Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Hallow's Eve ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

JoeysGal: *runs past dodging blows from giant purple dildo*

 

Nyoko: O.O okay… uh, well, you may not want to ask about that… here's reviewer responses and chapter 3…

 

F_D_C2003: FOOWAHAHAHAHA!! Yes, it is IRONIC (that's the word, fehehehe…) that this story will lead us all into a false sense of security thinking that its all fluff and Shounen-ai when IT ISN'T or… won't be soon… *evil laf* Thanks for the `view, darl!

 

Sweetlori55: Heh, yeah… Yami beating me with a jar of salsa and then Bakura eating guacamole off my chest… don't you think that's bad enough without being harassed by a sexy gal chasing me with a giant purple dildo?! XD Turning into a Mexican strip dancer here… O.o I don't know where that came from but anyway… thanks for the tip love ^_~ *tucks review into side of g-string and struts off* o.O

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did then… the whole world WOULD be dominated by Yami Malik… and I would be his love slave… *cough*

 

Warnings: This fic contains the following: hentai, shounen-ai, yaoi, yuri, blood, gore, violence, freaky shit, rape and killing. That's why I chose the rating. All flames will fall on deaf ears ^_^

 

Pairings: You'll soon find out.

 

“Happy Hallow's Eve”

Written and edited by: JoeysGal

Rating: NC17

Genre: Horror/Hentai/Drama

Type: Continuation

Credits to: Black-Butterfly and F_D_C2003 (both members of mediaminer.org)

 

Chapter Three

 

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Malik stared at the picture on Jounouchi's t-shirt, bored. It was of an animated peanut with a face, wearing a hat, and holding a tray of boxes of peanuts. He chuckled as he read the words written below it - `Taste my salty nuts!' He promptly felt a nudge at his side when Marik came back with their meals. The spirit frowned at Malik when he noticed he was staring absently at Jou's chest.

 

“Here's your vegetarian burger with no tomato, gherkin, olives or cheese*, extra capsicum and French dressing with chunky fries cooked only in the purest vegetable oil and your freshly squeezed orange juice, your majesty.” Marik said, making a goof of himself and trying to imitate Bakura's `new' accent.

 

Bakura and Malik both glared at him.

 

“Damn Malik, are you always so picky?” Jou asked, looking at the bite-sized meal opposite him.

 

“Yes.” Malik stated bluntly. “I prefer to know exactly what I'm eating, and the thought of eating a piece of a dead animal tossed onto a griller doesn't exactly appeal to me.”

 

Jou laughed and shuffled over as Yuugi brought back their meals. “The names of these meals are… er… kinda strange,” Jou said, looking at the names printed on the wrapping around their burgers.

 

“What does it say?” Ryou asked.

 

“My burger is called `the artery clogger' and my shake is called `the liquid brain haemorrhage'.”

 

Malik deadpanned. “I think I just lost my appetite.”

 

Jounouchi was about to take a sip of his liquid brain haemorrhage when he saw two familiar people walking in through the door. “About time you fags got here!”

 

“Sorry we're late,” Otogi mentioned as he and Honda pulled up a couple of chairs.

 

“We didn't miss out on anything, did we?” Honda asked.

 

“I was going to start with or without you,” Ryou said sharply, causing the others to erupt into giggles. It seemed Ryou was taking the matter a little too seriously.

 

“Where's Mai?” Anzu asked from her spot in the corner, next to Jou. “I thought she was coming,”

 

“She couldn't make it,” Otogi said. “She couldn't get off work, but she's definitely coming on the trip, so don't worry about that.”

 

“She still working in that psycho place?” Jou muttered, not exactly interested, but curious.

 

Otogi went blank. “It's called a psychiatric institution, Jounouchi. And yes, she is. Although I'm not really sure if she enjoys it as much anymore; she's thinking about quitting.”

 

“Do you know why?” Jou asked.

 

The emerald-eyed boy shrugged. “Just wants a change, I guess.”

 

“I hope she can come,” Shizuka said quietly. “I haven't seen her in… forever!”

 

“Well, you'll get to see her, then.” Otogi said, smiling at the girl whom he used to lust after for so long.

 

Ryou, being the organizer of the whole idea, cleared his throat to quiet everybody sitting around the table. “I just want to make a few things clear about this trip, like what you should bring and whatnot.”

 

Everyone nodded in agreement, so he continued.

 

“You're going to need to bring a waterproof tent to house yourselves and your things. You're going to need enough food for four days, three nights; you'll have to bring sleeping bags, air mattresses, gas-cookers, cutlery and crockery, toiletries, chilly-bins…”

 

“And alcohol!” Malik interrupted.

 

“Like, duh, Malik!” Bakura griped. “What fun would a camping trip be without booze?”

 

Ryou ignored the squabbling teens and continued. “You all need to meet up at our place at about eleven. We should arrive at our destination at about… one or two o'clock.”

 

“Where are we going, anyway?” Shizuka asked, twirling a lock of dyed dark-brown* hair around her finger absent-mindedly.

 

“That is a surprise!” Ryou said, grinning. “I think you'll like it. It sounded pretty cool when I found it on the internet…”

 

Marik let out a loud, disgusting burp as he finished off the last of his meal. “Can we go now? I'm getting sick of talking about all this - I wanna do it!”

 

“Then, it's settled!” Ryou cried happily. “We leave tomorrow!”

 

**~***~**

 

“It won't fit, Ra damn it!” Bakura shouted, frustrated, as he fruitlessly tried to shove his bags into the back of Ryou's car.

 

“Well you're going to have to lighten your load, then!” Ryou snapped. “People are going to be here soon, and we're not even ready! How much alcohol did you buy, anyway?!”

 

Marik and Malik were leaning against either side of the doorframe, watching the two ivory-haired teens bickering at each other. They weren't particularly sure whether them getting together was a good thing or not. They had tried it once before, and it didn't work out, so therefore they remained friends. Okay, friends with benefits who happened to share a bed, but that's beside the point. The Ishtars were all but anticipating the next few days, and how everyone was going to put up with each other without going insane. It should be interesting.

 

“They're already fighting like they're married,” Malik muttered, going back inside.

 

“Wait,” Marik said, grabbing onto Malik's arm. “Look who's here.”

 

Malik's lavender eyes fell upon a shiny black Jeep that roared to a halt outside the Ishtar residence. The first thing he noticed was the driver's familiar stern, dark blue gaze, the chestnut brown mane and skin as pale as moonlight. Seto Kaiba. He was promptly pushed aside as Isis - clad unusually in jeans and a red zip-up hoodie - leapt out the door and across the road to him. A smile immediately lit up both their features as they saw each other. Kaiba got out of his car and embraced the small woman, leaning down to kiss her. I guess it really is true, then. Malik thought.

 

Following Kaiba, Mokuba and Rebecca's arrival was Jou, Honda, Anzu and Shizuka, followed by Mai and Otogi, and finally Yuugi and Yami. Everybody got out and made their greetings before getting back into their cars, waiting for Ryou to pull out and take the lead. He was the only one that knew where they were going, after all.

 

Malik handed Ryou a CD. “Hey, put this on! This CD rocks,”

 

“What is it?”

 

“It's a mix… it's got like DMX, Xzibit, Snoop Dog, Eminem and all that shit on it…”

 

Ryou frowned and looked at Malik through the rear-vision mirror. “Okay...” He agreed hesitantly, and slipped the disc into the head unit.

 

The sub box in the boot began to vibrate and shake the whole car. Marik and Malik started to nod their heads to the rhythm like idiots, being obsessive fans of rap and hip-hop music. Bakura - leaning against the passenger-side window feeling more than a little carsick - frowned and turned around, trying to snatch the CD case off of them.

 

“What is this bullshit? Give me that,” Bakura promptly pushed the `eject' button on the head unit and ejected the CD. He then put on Korn - `Follow the Leader'. “Much better.”

 

**~***~**

 

An hour and a half had passed since the convoy had left the safety of Domino City. Bakura was still feeling sick, Malik was bored and getting fidgety, and Marik was out cold, snoring rather loudly. Thankfully it was drowned out by the sound of the now not-so-loud music. Ryou was becoming drowsy but the drone of the car and the bitingly cool fresh air percolating through the window was keeping him awake. He had been driving down the straight road for so long it seemed like it was never-ending. Up ahead there seemed to be an intersection, so he slowed down.

 

Ryou changed down gears and came to a stop at the intersection that had absolutely no signs. It didn't even have road markings. “Bakura, can you check the map to see which way we're supposed to go?”

 

“How should I know?” Bakura asked, unrolling the map. “I can't read Japanese… much less English,”

 

Chocolate eyes rolled. “Give it here then,” Ryou quickly examined their location and traced the rest of the way with his fingers. “I think we make a left here,”

 

It was far past two o'clock and Ryou and the others were still on the road. Ryou was becoming intensely frustrated that the road had no signs to indicate where their destination was. On the website he checked that it was quite easy to get to, and there were signs that indicated exactly where it was. He only hoped he hadn't taken a wrong turn.

 

“Err, is that a sign I see in the distance there?” Malik asked hazily from the back, his eyesight blurry from sleep.

 

Ryou peered further into the distance. “My lord, it is too!”

 

“What does it say?” Marik asked sleepily, having now awoken.

 

Ryou slowed down so he could read the whole sign carefully. “Historical Site - 5 km. I wonder what it could be.”

 

“Let's go check it out!” Bakura said excitedly.

 

“Don't you think we should find our campsite first?” Marik asked.

 

“Yeah, that's a better plan. We'll set up camp and then, if you must, Bakura, we'll go and look at the historical site.” Ryou said reasonably, picking up speed once again.

 

Bakura snickered. “This trip is going to be more fun than we first anticipated, and do you know why?”

 

Ryou grimaced at him. “Why?”

 

“Because we're lost!”

 

Ryou nearly thumped him. “Don't say that!”

 

**~***~**

 

Ryou and the others turned off the main country road to a little shingle side road that led a ways slightly uphill and into a forest filled with cedar, sakura, birch, maple and many other types of trees. The forest floor was covered in a blanket of red, gold and burnt-orange leaves, falling constantly from the shedding trees. Many types of birds inhabited the tall treetops and Ryou guessed that there were probably a lot of other woodland animals that called this forest a home, too.

 

“Ryou, turn down that little track there, I can see smoke,” Bakura said, pointing to his left out the window.

 

Marik and Malik sat up further to see if they could see it too. “Maybe someone else is camping here, too.” Malik thought out loud.

 

“We must be in the right place, then!” Ryou cried, relieved, and turned down said track.

 

All five cars rolled up into a clearing in the forest. The passengers got out of their cars to stretch their legs and take a look around. The clearing was tightly enclosed, but could probably fit their tents, and there was enough room for everybody. Trails led off this way and that - probably on walks through the forest, or to other campsites - all around the enclosure; tall cedar trees sprouted all around, creating a canopy at their crowns giving the campers - and animals - adamant protection from the unpredictable autumn weather that might possibly sneak up on them. Somewhere in the distance the sound of running water could be heard, which meant fresh water would be handy nearby.

 

“This place is beautiful, Ryou!” Shizuka shrieked, clapping her hands together.

 

“I know… but look, there's where you saw that smoke coming from, Bakura.” Ryou replied, pointing at a blackened pile of logs that were slowly burning out in the centre of the clearing.

 

“Someone must've been here not long ago,” Jou said, crouching down to the burnt-out fire.

 

“That gives us an advantage to start a fire later on,” Kaiba said. “At least we know that there's useable firewood around here.”

 

“Let's set up camp and then we can go and take a look around this place,” Otogi suggested.

 

**~***~**

 

It didn't take long for the pre-teens, mid-teens, late-teens and adults to finish setting up their tents and other belongings, but the sky was darkening and it was becoming a lot chillier as the sun was going down. The tents were arranged in a half-moon sort of shape, circled around the centre of the clearing where the fire would be stacked and lit. Mai and the other girls had decided to set up a makeshift toilet separate from where the males would be going, so they didn't have to worry about being walked in on while doing what they needed to do.

 

“Hikari, do you want to go and look at that historical site, now?” Bakura asked, opening the flap to their tent to see inside.

 

“It's getting too late for that now, Bakura.” Ryou said, scrounging around on all fours trying to find something to prepare for dinner. “We can go tomorrow, when it's warmer and lighter.”

 

“I guess you're right…” he replied, crawling into the tent and flopping down on his stomach onto the mattress. “What can we do until dinner time, then…?” he all but purred, grabbing Ryou around the waist and pulling him underneath his own body.

 

“Bakura!” Ryou squealed, giggling at the sensation of Bakura's rough hold on him. “Can't you at least wait until it's completely dark?”

 

“You should already know the answer to that,” Bakura smirked. “And that, is no.”

 

Ryou laughed and pushed himself up from underneath Bakura. “Why don't you go and collect some firewood with Marik or something? I'm going to light some gas lamps and find something for us to eat,”

 

Bakura got the hint, and left Ryou to do whatever it was that he was doing. Clearly he wasn't in the mood for playing around right now, but that could change later on. Bakura smirked smugly to himself and exited their tent, searching the small enclosed outdoor space for wherever the hell Marik was. Then he spotted him - or rather, his ass - poking out of the entrance of the tent. He had an immense urge to go and kick him in the butt, but decided against it for fear he might get choked, stabbed, raped or molested. That guy could be extremely unpredictable at the best of times.

 

“Oy, Ishtar, we have to go and find some firewood,” Bakura said, kicking him gently on the back of his leg to get his attention.

 

Marik came out of the tent and stood up. “Where do we go to find it?”

 

“I don't know, look around you! There are trees for miles. We'll just hack down one of these big-ass bastards and we'll be set.” Bakura said. “I'll go and get the axe,”

 

Ryou's head expectantly popped out of his tent. “Bakura, why don't you try and find some fresh water and bring it back for us while you're out?”

 

“What am I? Your bitch?” Bakura griped. “I think carrying back a few litres of water plus a big pile of logs would be a bit strenuous, don't you?”

 

“You might break a nail,” Marik teased.

 

“You might smudge your eyeliner,” Bakura shot back.

 

“Hey--!”

 

Anzu and Shizuka came by to see what all the arguing was about. “Maybe we could go and get some water, Ryou.” Anzu suggested.

 

“Yeah, it would take the strain off of Bakura and Marik.” Shizuka said. “We'll go together. Come on, Anzu!”

 

With that, said girls rushed back to their tents to get empty 2-litre coke bottles to fill up with water. They weren't entirely sure where they were going, but how hard could it be? With a flashlight to light their way, they'd be down to the water source and back in no time. They'd have to be quick, anyway, because people were starting to get hungry and they weren't sure how much water the others had brought along with them.

 

“What if the water isn't very clean?” Shizuka asked as she tramped through the forest with the brunette girl close behind her.

 

“Uh… I don't know. Maybe there's an information sign around here somewhere that can tell us where we can get fresh water,” Anzu replied. “Besides, if it's unclean then we can just boil it and wait for it to cool off so it's safe to drink.”

 

“How did you know that?” Shizuka asked. “I didn't know that…”

 

Anzu smiled warmly at the girl with long dark brown hair now walking beside her. “I went on a six-week outdoor camping trip last year where they teach you how to survive in the outdoors with only a few limited supplies. They even taught us which plants were safe to eat and what ones were poisonous,”

 

The two girls came to the edge of the forest, noting that the sound of nearby water was becoming louder. They both looked at what they saw before and slightly down the slope from them with enlarged, sparkling eyes full of wonder - it was absolutely exquisite. Behind a stand of ghostly-white silver-birch trees shedding golden leaves, was a natural spring bubbling out of the ground and overflowing into a deep pool and running off into a narrow waterfall. The basin of the gathering pool was of grey stone lined in moss-like water plants.

 

“Oh Anzu, look at this!” Shizuka said. “I didn't know that Japan had these sorts of beautiful things,”

 

“It's good that we found it, isn't it? We can even go for a swim tomorrow.” The elder girl replied, bending down to collect some of the pure, freezing cold water.

 

**~***~**

 

“Ra damn, I didn't think it would be this hard to cut up this wood,” Bakura complained, hacking away at a branch of pine.

 

Marik chuckled, and set down the lamp by the pile of wood. “How hard can it be?” he asked, picking up his own axe and slicing down through another branch. He began to pull back to have another go, but, alas, the axe was jammed. “By Hathor's tits! What the fuck?! It's stuck!” He cried, becoming infuriated by the strength that the wood had against his own.

 

Bakura keeled over and started to laugh his ass off. Marik, being the stronger one out of the two, usually wouldn't have any trouble doing this sort of physical labour. Seeing him struggling with an axe stuck in a branch was bringing Bakura to hysterics.

 

“Argh! You fucking basta…woah!” Marik cried, suddenly freeing the axe and flying backward, crash-landing into Bakura and squashing him against the leafy ground. The axe flew out of Marik's hand and up into the air and was about to come back down upon them, blade first, when Bakura quickly grabbed onto Marik's torso and rolled them both over. The axe planted itself into the ground with a sharp slicing sound, only a few inches away from Marik's face.

 

Marik looked at the shining silver blade close by his eye, glinting murderously in the dim light of the flickering gas lamp. Bakura let out a muted sigh of relief and closed his eyes, pushing himself up off of the quaking body beneath him. He dismounted his position on Marik's back and helped him up. They looked at each other for a moment, fear showing in both their eyes of what might have happened had they not reacted fast enough.

 

“That was close,” Bakura muttered, brushing the leaves out of his hair.

 

“Too close,” Marik said, doing the same. “I didn't mean to let go of it…”

 

“I know you didn't,” Bakura said. “I think we've got enough wood to last us until tomorrow, anyway, so let's head back.”

 

Marik nodded in agreement, and gripped the handle of the axe and yanked it out of the ground. He looked at his reflection in the smooth metal of the blade, knowing that he or even Bakura could have been seriously injured by it. He sighed and shook his head, put the axe away into its pouch, and started to pile the logs into the sack that he had brought with him. Once he and Bakura were done, they started to head back.

 

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*= Cheese: Err… well, seeing as Malik is a vegetarian, I wasn't sure if he would eat cheese either since it's technically got animal product in it… *shrugs* Whatever.

 

*= Dark Brown hair: I dunno, I can just see Shizuka as being really cute with this colour hair… I'd rather that than have her go blonde, wouldn't you? O_o