Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ La casa de los muertos ❯ prolouge ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: i do not, repeat: do not own yu-gi-oh. this applies for all future chapters. i'll let
you know when i finally own it though.

(A/N: ok every one. i got bored. so i'm starting a new fic. it's kinda based off the
typical horror movie plot. you know, the whole haunted house type of thing.
i have no idea how many chapters i'm gonna put in. also i'd like to point out that
this is an A/U, meaning no one knows each other, there's no duel monsters, no yami's, ect..
here's the ages and pairings.

(set in baton rouge louisianna)

Yugi-18

Ryou-19

Joey-20

Bakura-22

Yami-23

Seto-25

Pairings:

Yugi/Yami

Seto/Joey

Bakura/Ryou

Summary: after recieving several mysterious phone calls coming from the supposedly haunted kaiba
mansion, 5 young men are called in to investigate the matter. sounds like your basic horror
scenario, ne? well it's not!

~~~~~~~~~~(Prolouge, Seto's P.O.V)~~~~~~~~~~
it was raining out, as i gazed out side my tall french windows that stretched across the room, from the floor
to the large ceiling of my dining room, with the infamous italian portrait of the chorus of angels painted on it.
it was raining out. it seemed to be doing that a lot lately. i didn't mind. i love the rain. it's the type of weather
that best suits my sultry mood. the only sound above the pitter patter of rain drops pounding against my windows
was the mysterious tune of 'moonlight sunata' that echoed through the humongous mansion in which i lived. the thing that
boggled my mind was that no one knew where the music was coming from. there was a piano in my other wise empty room,
but there appeared to be no one playing it. i watched calmly as the keys moved in rythm with the tune, yet no fingers
adorned these keys to bring out the depressing song. i didn't care, really. this had been going on for quite a while.
it was rumored that there had been several murder cases in this mansion before mr. Gozubaro kaiba, my adopted father had
purchased it. not that i really believed that was the cause of the mysterious music, or the foot steps in the empty halls,
or the shattered vases we would some times find, even when no one had been in the mansion the time it was broken. so some
people were murdered here. so what? it's probably not the first time something has happened like that. never the less,
i had requested some phone calls be made, to bring in specialists of this sort of thing, to detect and destroy the problem.
now, you may be wondering, if i supposedly don't care about this issue, why am i hiring strangers to investigate my house?
because it was the wish of my brother. my little brother mokuba had also died here, approximately 8 months ago. the night
it happened, he was just telling me about how he would hear voices calling out to him at night, and see faces other than
his own in his mirror. things like that. he said he thought there was a ghost in the house. that he had even talked to it.
of course i didn't believe this rubish. in my eyes, mokuba was still a child after all. it wasn't until after his accident
did i realize just how grown up and mature he was despite his young age. after our little arguement, he had stormed out of
my room, claiming that he was going to get some one to help us. a priest, perhaps. after all, mokuba was a very religious
young man. but lets not get into that. i watched as he drove off down our long concreate drive way, and you wouldn't
believe how surprised i was when i saw our car begin to swirve. but before i could get down there, the car had driven
straight into the 12 foot pond, located just out side of our yard. Mokuba had drowned in a matter of minutes. the first
thing that came to my mind was that this was some kind of suicide attempt. but i later found out by investigators that
mokuba's hands had been bound behind his back. he had never touched the steering wheel. and apparently, neither had any one
else. there were absolutely no finger prints on it, nor the roaps that bound my brother's hands. i even started to believe
that mokuba may have been right. and that, my friends, is exactly why i'm having every inch of this house searched for
any sign of super-natural life. i turned, just in time to see my buttler Jaken enter the empty room. upon his entry, the
music coming from the piano stopped. he cleared his throat and stepped a bit closer to me, standing straight, his hands
clasped together behind his back. "sir, i came to inform you that the phone calls have been made. we have arranged for you
to meet with the selected tomorrow at muso and frank's(1) tomorrow at noon." i nodded my thanks and gestured for
jaken to leave me be. he did so as i turned back to my window and sighed. tomorrow i'm taking the first step to putting
my brother's soul at peace.
-tbc-

(A/N: there! how was that so far? if i get some good reviews, i'll have the next chapter out within the next
couple days. but, i want at least 1 good review for this. now tell me, one review. is that so much to ask?!
i think not! so until then, good bye for now.

1- muso and frank's is both a really nice resturant in california, and a bar in louisianna. i'm goin with the bar