Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson November ❯ lost and found ( Chapter 4 )

Lost and Found

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Kaiba ran down hall after hall, scanning every possible exit that he could find. He threw open doors, peered into bathrooms, snuck in and out of the kitchen but he couldn't find hide nor' hair of Joey. He was beginning to panic now.

How far could Joey have gone? He hadn't found anything on the security tapes of the front door and the entire outside grounds. None of the security guards posted on the front gate had seen the blond, and he'd even gone to far to ask every member of the house keeping staff if they'd seen him, but no one had seen anything.

Yami Bakura and Bakura were also searching around the house, with the help of Mokuba, and were trying to find the lost teen with relentlessness that startled everyone. So far, even the millennium Ring hadn't been able to even get a fix on Joey's location; thus making the entire search harder then necessary.

Kaiba skidded to a hault, wiping sweat from his forehead, plastering his wet hair to the left side of his head, leaving him looking lopsided. He leaned against the wall, panting, out of breath.

WHY had he ever decided to buy a house you could get easily lost in? He should have just stuck with a regular old apartment building; but no. He'd had to pick the biggest Ra-forsaken house he could.

A quick glance at his watch left him more startled then before.

Three hours? Three hours had passed already? How was that possible?

Growling to himself, he began to review every step he'd taken in the search, counting them out on his fingers.

First off, he'd gathered information…

That couldn't have taken too long… perhaps an hour of two…

That left another hour of searching.

Was that all he'd really done?

He frowned, tapping his chin.

He HAD fussed and panicked for a fifteen-minute span of time, in between running down halls yelling " JOEY!"

Hadn't he done anything more to find Joey?

Why hadn't he done something more? He should have organized some sort of search party out of some of the staff! He could have done that at least… but he hadn't.

He clenched his fists and smashed one hand into the wall, leaving a heft dent in its light blue exterior.

He felt ready to sob now, ready to fall to the ground and collapse into a weeping ball of mush. But he had to remain strong. He had to find Joey. He had to make sure that his Joey was safe.

That was what it was all about, wasn't it; he thought; sighing, leaning forward to rest his cheek against the cold wall.

All he wanted was to find Joey and protect him.

And then his evil obsessive-compulsive anxiety drive kicked in.

What if Joey wasn't ok? What if he was dead, and it was entirely his fault for making him so upset that he'd killed himself?

Or what if he found Joey and he was dead, lying in a pool of his own blood; a suicide note clenched tightly in one hand?

He wanted to scream, and instead he turned his emotion into the least useful endevor.

He slammed his head into the wall, banging it painfully into the hard wood, wanting to black out and wake up later, with everything fixed and no more mistakes haunting his mind like ruthless beggars.

" Big brother?"

Mokuba skidded to a halt; having just been running past the hall Kaiba was stopped in.

He scratched his head in mock confusion, peering at his brother through eyes unclouded with pain and terror. With a sigh, he stalked over to his brother, patting him on the shoulder.

" I'm sure he's ok Seto. Don't worry. Oh, yeah, have you checked the hallway with the lilacs on the wallpaper? I asked Yami Bakura and he said he thought you had checked it already…" Mokuba turned and then began to walk off, and then paused, welling tears up in his eyes in an instant. (He'd always been able to cry on cue.)

" Seto… what if we can't find him? What if Joey's gone and he's all alone out there, with no one to talk to? What if he wants to come back and he can't? What if he hates it out there all alone and… and … hurts himself? Seto, we've just got to find him! You've got to find him Seto, please?" He whimpered, running forward and burying his face in Kaiba's chest.

Kaiba felt as if a dagger had been plunged through his heart.

Mokuba was right. He had to find Joey, to right the wrong he'd done.

He squeezed his brother gently, kneeling in front of the smaller boy, taking Mokuba's chin in his hands. He wiped a salty tear from the corner of his brother's eye and then smiled as brightly as he could, putting on the bravest face he had.

" Don't worry Mokuba. I'll find him, I promise. He'll be back safe and sound in no time." He said.

Mokuba nodded solemnly, hugging his brother for protection.

" I hope so Seto. Please, make sure he's ok." he murmured into his big brother's shirt. Kaiba tried frantically to contain his rising emotions. He felt his lip tremble from the stress and bit down on it, almost making his lip bleed from the stress.

Mokuba pulled free and wiped his tears on his hand, smiling reassuringly up at his brother, innocence radiating from his smile.

" Ok big brother. You go check the hall with the lilacs on the wallpaper, and I'll finish down this hall, alright?" He leaned forward and gave Kaiba a push in the right direction, hurrying him down the hall.

Immediately, Kaiba was suspicious of Mokuba's intentions. He frowned, narrowing his eyes at his little brother, who blinked innocently at his brother, tears still wet in his eyes.

He caught on to his brother's suspicion and then put on his saddest, most miserable, depressed look and then spoke the best most convincing words he could come up with.

" Please make sure he's alive. If he died, I don't know what I would do… it would be all my fault…"

Kaiba felt as if he had just been given a boot to the stomach.

Had he just though to blame his little brother for organizing some sort of plot to make sure that he and Joey would get together? For shame, he chided himself, walking resolutely down the hall, turning left, finding himself tracing the path to the lilac wallpaper hallway.

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Joey yawned and rolled over, lying underneath the hall table. It had been three hours now since the plan to hoop Kaiba into revealing his feelings. True, he felt bad that they were playing with Kaiba's emotions like sinister marionettes, but there was still the burning feeling of hope alive in his heart. The most they could hope for was Kaiba not exploding at them all if he found out, or most likely, when he found out. He knew Mokuba was good at fooling people into doing things for him, but he was afraid. What if Kaiba really didn't like him, and simply was playing along just to make things worse.

He began to gnaw on a fingernail on his left hand, being careful not to chew too much of it.

No. he had to keep hope, and just knowing that Yami Bakura and Bakura were in on it made him feel a little better. Maybe a tad better then before… he knew that they would be able to guilt trip anyone into anything. Bakura was good at that.

He heard footsteps echoing down the hall and rolled over, seeing the faint outline of a black shoe just coming into view.

" JOEY WHEELER! JOEY- how many Joey's are in this house? What am I, stupid? JOEY!"

Joey smirked, at hearing Kaiba insulting himself. It would have been golden, had things not been so different.

Kaiba kept walking, almost tripping on his own feet when Joey stuck his head out from under the table, eyes emotionless.

"JOEY!"

Kaiba sighed and fell to his knees beside the table, grabbing him by the shirt collar. His face seemed to be consorting with rage and thankfulness and a light pink blush feathered his cheeks. His eyes were fighting harshness and softness, and Joey could just make out a faint watering to their cerulean depths.

Almost instantly, he felt sour about what he'd done.

Maybe he shouldn't have risked everything on this attempt. He should have just left Kaiba alone…

Kaiba's shoulders slumped in defeat. He let out a sigh of relief, beating the thankfulness from his face in one movement. He slapped Joey across the face so hard that Joey had to force tears from his eyes.

He should have expected anger from Kaiba. They had played the game a little too well for his liking…

Joey reached up and touched his face, wincing as he could feel the smarting skin puff up a little, leaving a welt.

Then, to Joey's surprise, Kaiba grabbed him by the arm and yanked his wrists into view, examining them carefully, noticing the bitten fingernail as the only self inflicted injury.

Joey wretched his hands free and pulled himself back underneath the table, drawing his legs against his stomach, ducking his head down low into his chest, almost in a fetal position.

Well, he thought. That had gone especially well.

Kaiba reached out and grabbed at his arm, succeeding in pulling half of Joey out from under the table's sheltering darkness. " Wheeler, get out from under there this instant!" he growled, struggling to remove the youth from his privacy.

Joey grumbled dangerously at Kaiba and then fastened his grip onto the edge of the carpet, holding on with staining muscles.

"just leave me alone." He said quietly, pulling himself part way back under the table.

Kaiba snarled angrily and pulled harder, nearly pulling Joey's arm out of its socket. He gritted his teeth and then began to pull again, struggling, fuming and all around furious.

Joey clawed at the carpet, loosing his grip as Kaiba gave one more brutal yank, dislodging him from his cave. He slid head first, knocking Kaiba onto his back, ending up on the winded C.E.O.'s chest, breathing hard.

Kaiba struggled up and bodily tossed Joey away, jumping up, brushing off his pants as though he'd been rolling around in dust. Joey simply crawled back underneath the table, sulking.

Kaiba's left eyebrow began to twitch dangerously. He put his hands on his hips and kicked at Joey's back with one foot, trying to force him out, but to no avail.

Joey felt hot tears flooding his eyes like burning water, blinding him temporarily. It had been silly, thinking that anyone could like him in a way other then friendship. He had no one, and would most likely stay that way until he died.

Then, to his immense surprise, Kaiba dropped back down to his knees and grabbed him by the waist, struggling, half dragging half stretching Joey, who slid out as if having been greased, tears and all.

Kaiba scowled darkly, glaring at Joey in the harshest way, lip curling in bitterness.

" get up mutt. The others are looking for you. I don't know how you ever managed to live this long, crawling around on you hands and knees under a bloody table in a hallway! Now stop sulking and get up!"

Joey pulled himself upright, clearing his mind; and then in one quick movement, he smashed his fist into Kaiba's face, the blow rolling off the C.E.O.'s face like water off a duck. On first glance, it appeared that the blow hadn't wounded or startled Kaiba, but then, when the second blow came, he simply caught Joey's hand in his own and then twisted the offending limb behind its owners back, pinning Joey against a wall.

" your stupid, you know that mutt?" he hissed into Joey's ear, trying to ignore the inescapable feeling of Joey's warm body smushed against his own.

Joey chuckled, snapping his head backwards, cracking their heads together with a muffled crunch. Kaiba let his prey go, and winced, rubbing his head with one hand and was promptly slammed into the far wall, the wind forced from his lungs. He gasped in pain as Joey began to pummel him with closed fists, the blows like an arsonel of bullets loosed from a gun.

He couldn't move, couldn't breathe… he wanted to scream out for Joey to stop, for him to just stop… for Joey to know that he loved him, when Joey collapsed against him, breathing as if he had run a marathon. Together, they slid down the cold wall, the back of Kaiba's shirt rising up to meet the cold surface as they landed in unison in a heap on the carpet. Kaiba slumped forwards, head resting on Joey's shoulder, trying to suck breath into his bruised lungs when Joey grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him back into the wall, winding him further.

Kaiba felt delirious, his eyes started to blur, his lungs burned fiercely, as if he had a hot poker inside and then he felt Joey's lips touch his own, felt the hot rush of breath pour into his mouth like a much needed drink.

Slowly, he reached up, wrapping his arms around Joey's shaking form, and he realized that Joey was crying. He felt tears coursing down his own cheeks, and knew that it wasn't just Joey crying, he was crying as well… and it felt as if the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

Joey kissed him again, pressing him against the wall; Kaiba slipped his hand down Joey's back, fingers trailing down his spine like raindrops falling from the sky.

Joey dizzied him with more kisses, as if he were a butterfly landing on a rose. Kaiba gabbed Joey, pulling him closer, deeper into the embrace.

Joey pulled back, wipping his tears on his sleeve, pressing is face against the smooth revealed flesh Kaiba's chin, feeling Kaiba's soft shallow breathing pepper the top of his head.

" You're an idiot Kaiba." Joey whispered softly, wrapping his arms around Kaiba's waist.

Kaiba nodded in agreement.

" And so are you… you're an idiot too. We're both idiots…"

He held Joey against his heart and then sighed in relief, letting the grief and horror pour out of his body, feeling only love, feeling only Joey's presence.

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Yami Bakura sat rigid and stiff on the living room couch, eyes half open, looking at the TV that was blaring, Bakura and Mokuba sitting side-by-side playing a videogame. It was clear that Mokuba was winning, because of the simple fact that he couldn't see half of the TV screen.

He frowned and stood up, pacing the room for the hundredth time, eyes dancing from the clock to the TV, tapping his fingers on his crossed arms. He felt old suddenly, very old.

Time was playing games with him. It had only been a few minutes since they had led Kaiba to Joey's whereabouts, and he was beginning to become annoyed and a tad impatient.

It wasn't that he didn't want Joey and Kaiba to finally find each other, it was the simple and plain fact that he wanted to make a deal with them all for possession of the millennium puzzle. He had almost had it in his possession so many times, and he could almost taste success but now with it so close at hand he wanted it more then ever.

Even if they four idiots refused to give it to him, he would take his prize. It was rightfully his after all. Who had tried as hard as he had to get control of the puzzle? HIM that's who! Merick hadn't wanted the puzzle; he'd wanted the power of the pharaoh. Pegasus hadn't wanted the puzzle. He'd only wanted the power over Kaiba Corporation.

His lips pursed in a frown as he cast another glance at the two innocents playing games on the TV. He only had to get past them, them and kind hearted Bakura - no. he couldn't think that. He couldn't fight his goals just because he loved the boy. He wanted revenge, he wanted the power, he wanted to kill the pharaoh; he knew he head been denied both so many times it was hard to keep track. The simplicity of it was that he hadn't even had to physically lift a finger to get the demise of the pharaoh.

Now when he wanted it most, he couldn't have it. there was an almost ironic glint to the double edged problem. If he took the item, he would be forever frozen from Bakura's heart, but on the other hand, he would have the power to do whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted…

He sighed longingly, trying to get the thought of having his dreams fulfilled and was suddenly startled when he came to the realization that he didn't have to have revenge against the pharaoh any more. It was already done.

He felt giddy.

The pharaoh was dead and he was still alive. He'd outlived the pharaoh, the savior of Egypt. He could easily scoff at the notion of making peace with the dead soul. He wouldn't be controlled by anyone any more! He wanted to jump for joy; and then he saw Bakura sigh and put down the videogame controller.

Bakura turned around and cast him a depressed glance and at once, his thoughts for vengeance and his dreams of power vanished like grains of salt into a vat of sugar.

There was still Bakura…

Still Bakura to count on…

Yami Bakura swept back to the couch and sat down, grinning so hard he felt his face would fall off at a moments notice.

He didn't need any of it anymore. He could simply live however he wanted.

But what would he do?

He was only good at trying to plot revenge and at stealing. If he didn't need to do those things any more, what could he do?

Get a job, he supposed, stroking his chin in thought. Of course, he would have to learn to write a resume, and that would be somewhat of a challenge, since he didn't even know what a resume was. He'd only heard the word spoken once, and that had been when Bakura had tried to apply to be a helper in the library.

But he didn't want a job! He'd worked his entire life to be the best villain in the world, and now he would have to give it up? HA! No way. He'd just find something to do that would incorporate his thieving skills.

Perhaps he could learn to be a chartered accountant. He'd heard about them when he'd watched a strange movie with British people in it. But that had to have been a joke, because right after the people had talked about the chartered accountants, they'd started ranting about something called the ministry of silly walks and about how much it was being undercutted.

He questioned the reliance of a show that thought there was a ministry of silly walks. The fact that they had begun to show clips of someone walking like a blithering idiot was proof enough.

Maybe, there was something else he could be. He could try to get some work in Kaiba Corporation. He could break into other companies and steal top-secret information. That would have its upside and downside.

Bakura sent him a tired look and shook his head.

" you know, sometimes what you think about astounds me." He said softly to his Yami, who blinked in surprise. He hadn't realized he'd left his mind link open.

He frowned.

Bakura was getting good at spying on him.

Bakura rolled his eye and turned back to Mokuba.

" Do you think your brother and Joey are alright? I hope they haven't gotten into a fist fight and aren't just beating on each other in that hallway." He scratched absent-mindedly at the bandages surrounding his eye. Mokuba grabbed his arm, pulling his hand away from his face.

" your not supposed to scratch your eye. You've got stitches there, and if you pull them out, you might get it infected."

Bakura nodded.

" I suppose. But I would really like to know what my new eye looks like. What if its ugly? I'm not sure I ever want to know. I liked my old eye." His eye watered and he buried his face in his hands, weeping.

Mokuba sent Yami Bakura a dangerous look, and the Yami sighed, leaning forward off the end of the couch to pat Bakura affectionately on the back.

" I'm sure everything's just fine Bakura. The doctors wouldn't have picked an eye that would have messed up your dress sense, unfortunately."

Bakura stood up and shoved his hand away, turning to face the opposite end of the living room.

" your cruel, you know that? In your head you try to reason with yourself, but you never seem to realize how terribly hurtful and crude you are! I bet you don't even have the courage to do anything nice to anyone because your too afraid that you'll look bad. You just a coward-"

he broke off as Yami Bakura grabbed him in a headlock, closing off his throat.

" now, listen to me Bakura. I may be violent, and I may be worthless in your perfect little eyes- or should I say eye?, but I have just as many feelings that you do, and I don't appreciate being called a coward! If you lived my life, you'd see why I'm the way I am. You just spoiled rotten, living in this time. You'd have been molested by every older man on this planet if you were alive during ancient Egypt, you weak little jelly legged fuzz ball, so just shut your perfectly innocent mouth and be quiet."

He squeezed harder, making Bakura's knees buckle, gasping for air, face turning purple.

" S…Stop…your… choking… Me…" Bakura wheezed, clawing at his Yami's arm, head spinning like a merry go round from hell.

Yami Bakura let him go, throwing Bakura to the ground. He glared down at his Hikari with a look of disgusted loathing and then sighed, kneeling beside him.

He drew the shaking and wheezing boy into a hug and wasn't at all surprised when he was shoved rudely away.

Bakura coughed, lying down limply on the carpet, tears streaming down his face.

" Your horrible." He sobbed, wrapping his arms around his head in a protective wall, trying to shield himself from the world.

Yami Bakura stood up and sat back down on the couch, arms crossed in determination. He looked away from Bakura, focusing on the TV, which was still on, its random video game programmed commercials making him want to smash his foot right through its screen.

He cleared his throat loudly, making Bakura's head jerk up from hugging the floor.

" you do realize that its my nature, don't you? I don't call you horrible because your all pathetically nice to everyone, do I? Well, then, stop your blubbering and act like a grown up." He grumbled.

Bakura looked up at him, amazed at his Yami's ego.

" Do you really think that what you say really forgives you for what you are always doing to me? You always use those words. It's not going to cut it this time. Your horrible, and you need to learn to stop being so cruel to everyone." Bakura wiped his eye on his sleeve and then turned his back in Yami Bakura's direction.

Both harrumphed, and refused to look at each other, their eyes burning with annoyance.

Mokuba sighed and shook his head.

" You two are weird, you know that? I've never seen two people love each other so much, and get on each other's nerves with the same intensity. It's amazing anyone in this world loves each other at all, the way you two argue and fight." He chuckled and then picked up the controller, pressing the start button.

Yami Bakura willed up all his immaturity and stuck his tongue out at the back of Mokuba's head, sticking his nose in the air. He plucked a pillow from the corner of the strangely puffy couch and tossed it half-heartedly at the back of the youth's head, hitting him.

" Yeah, well, your just a little kid. You don't know anything." He drawled, picking up another pillow, hurling it like a meteor at the youth; but this time, Mokuba was prepared. He caught the offending item and jumped forward, landing on Yami Bakura and began to bludgeon him with the pillow, each hit feeling like the pawing of a small, runty kitten batting at an adult cat. Yami Bakura grabbed another pillow and let loose his inner child.

" Ha! You'll never take me alive, puny mortal!"

He swung as lightly as he dared, knowing full well that if Kaiba came in and found him beating on his little brother, bad things would happen to them both.

Bakura couldn't help but smile at the two, who began to wrestle furiously on the couch, pillows flying about by themselves. He watched them out of the corner of his eye and uncrossed his arms, giving up on trying to guilt his Yami into behaving.

What was the point anyway? He knew that his Yami was stubborn for a reason. If he hadn't been, he might not have lasted as long as he did; and no matter what, he knew that he would, in time, learn to forgive him for his blunt anger. He was after all, someone you who would protect you to his own death, no matter the cost to himself.

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Joey wasn't quite sure what he saw when he and Kaiba walked into the living room. At first glance, it appeared that Yami Bakura was involved in some sort of pillow fight with Mokuba, but that couldn't have been right.

Yami Bakura didn't pick petty fights with little children.

He noticed the way Bakura was laughing silently, back turned to the fight, and then began to scratch his head in confusion. Kaiba seemed to be thinking along the same lines, for he scratched his head as well, raising an eyebrow methodically, looking from Mokuba; who was giggling like a little girl, to Yami Bakura who was laughing like a maniac deprived of sleep.

Kaiba crossed his arms, lips pursing with clearly not amused passion, he tapped his foot lightly, making both of the fighters freeze, feathers flying about as if two chickens had just been involved in a plucking contest.

Yami Bakura went slightly pink in the face and quickly jumped free from the couch, trying to recover his lost dignity, but failed miserably when he almost tripped on the coffee table, having to hang onto it for dear life, watching through embarrassed eyes as Joey's lips started to tremble with held in laughter.

He stood up, crossing his arms, eyes turning to chocolate orbs of fire, turning away from the fight.

Mokuba pointed at Yami Bakura, laughing nervously at his brother, who looked ready to explode.

" um… he started it?" he said, pulling at his fingers, feathers sticking out of his hair in a foreign crown of fluff.

Yami Bakura snorted darkly, going cross-eyed as he noticed that he as well was covered in white feathers.

Kaiba frowned, tisking.

"you two look like you just massacred big bird." He growled, shaking his head sadly.

Joey had to bite his lip to keep the laughter in, eyes dancing merrily. He coughed lightly and then snuck behind Kaiba's back, nearly keeling over in laughter.

Meanwhile, Kaiba was not finished.

" You two should be ashamed of yourselves. You just destroyed an expensive set of couch cussions, practically knocked over an expensive coffee table. And that goes for both of you. and you," he turned to Yami Bakura, who was trying to inconspicuously sneek away, " you should have known better. I didn't know you were so childish that you'd resort to attacking my little brother with pillows. You're a bad influence."

Yami Bakura shrugged, a smirk smoothing over his lips like lip gloss.

" and you really think you could have done better Kaiba? I bet you couldn't have made as much a mess as we have, any day of the week. That's sad. If you can't properly make a mess, why are you still seventeen? It's in the blood to be unruly and just plain hazardous. It's not my fault you haven't got any skill at amusing one self in a non perverted way." He scoffed at Kaiba, who blushed for a split second before reclaiming his stern face.

" And what do you mean by that, exactly?" he growled, eyes narrowing dangerously.

Bakura shook his head, wishing Yami Bakura would quiet down and leave things be, but Yami Bakura didn't listen.

He smiled mischievously and pointed at Kaiba, movements lazy and smooth.

" I mean the way you seem to have forgotten that your fly is undone." He said.

At that, Kaiba's eye widened with shock, and Joey seemed even more amused then before, knowing full well that they hadn't done anything more then kiss in the hallway.

Kaiba looked down, frantically searching for his zipper, finding it safely tucked at the top of his pants, nowhere near the bottom. He looked up, anger spreading over his face like mascara, while Yami Bakura continued to smile, having clearly gotten the upper hand already.

" You know Kaiba, I'm surprised you fell for such a childish trick. Personally, I'd take note in my mind what I was doing prior to someone telling me my fly was down, and then verify it by scoffing and turning away, not by frisking yourself in front of company. It's embarrassing."

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Dinner was the first time Joey realized that something was wrong with the way the television was portraying the school butchering. He hadn't picked up on it at first, seeing only the facts that the news anchorwoman said; but then he noticed one flaw in their coverage.

Not one of them stated that Tristan and his group of murderers were still on the loose.

He was confused why they hadn't said anything about it, horrified that the public hadn't been warned of the danger the group possessed, and he was deeply vengeful at the way they were portraying the victims as being little whimpering schoolgirls. They hadn't said one thing about anyone escaping with minor wounds, or the fact that people outside the school had been killed, like his mother, father and sister.

They clearly didn't have the whole picture, and he was tempted to phone the station to prove them wrong, when Kaiba shut off the TV, clearing away the dinner plates, more brooding then before.

Yami Bakura was scribbling madly on a napkin, trying to figure out how exactly some of the murders had been missed, when he immediately stumbled on the answer.

His millennium ring began to glow.

" It's shadow magic… that's why no ones found the bodies those losers left behind. They locked them away in some dimension where no one can see the bodies. Clever." He frowned, tapping one finger on the napkin.

Bakura and Joey looked up at him in unison, both looking more concerned then ever before.

" Your telling me Tristan can use shadow magic? And he's hidden the evidence?" Joey growled, banging his fists on the table with such force that the few remaining glasses bounced in the air.

Yami Bakura nodded, leaning back into the chair.

" And it amuses me more that I didn't pick up on it before now, because the millennium ring isn't easily fooled. This has to be the work of some sort of demon or… perhaps some stupid mortal who conjured up some help."

Bakura's eye widened.

" That's impossible. Tristan couldn't have done shadow magic; he's not even in possession of a millennium item! I would understand if he got hold of some sort of talisman, but that wouldn't make it impossible to find." He shook his head.

He shivered slightly, as if feeling something that the others couldn't and then locked eyes on Yami Bakura, dread and shock in his eyes.

" it's the eye." He said quietly, reaching up to touch the bandages wrapped around his head with a shaking hand.

Yami Bakura's eyes narrowed dangerously into slits of fury.

" what about the eye?" he growled.

Bakura looked to his Yami with horror in his very being. He shook his head, as if trying to clear something away and felt Joey pat him on the shoulder.

" the eye… it knows where the bodies are… I … can see them."

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Why is Bakura's eye showing him the dead bodies? And how are they going to find out where Tristan is if he's using shadow magic?

TBC