Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Murderless Crow ❯ Act Two: Twisted ( Chapter 2 )

Murderless Crow

Act Two: Twisted

By: Unica Michu

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First, I'd like to thank you guys who reviewed, I'm glad you like it! Second, I'm glad you guys stuck with it even when you thought Yugi was a girl. (lol) I guess I should have put a note about how Yugi isn't really a girl. I'd like to thank my editor, Psyienna, once again, for editing it. I luff her to death.

I posted by discontinued note on BnN, sorry guys it's offical I'm not writing it anymore. And guys, could you do me a favor and maybe refer some of your buddies to my fiction and spread the word around about it since the main YGO fever is pretty much over and this will be my last long term YGO fiction too, BTW.

Besides that I really don't have any other notes... Thank you reading. Please review!!

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No one really would've guessed Bakura was the artist type; his specialization was abstract and modern art, while Marik's poision was creepy symbolic cartoons. Bakura predicted the Egyptian student would probably be designing T-shirts for Hot Topic if he didn't wind up in the loony bin first.

Bakura sat down next to Yugi in his art elective class as their teacher discussed the art festival that was to be held near the end of the school year. The other clubs were planning on performing skits and musical pieces, and all the art classes were entering in the Art competition.

Once she let the class work alone Bakura tried to strike up a conversation with Yugi, "Yo, you're that new kid who cross dressed the first day of school."

Yugi laughed, "Yeah. I'm 'that kid.' I prefer Yugi, though."

"And I go by Bakura."

Yugi opened up his sketchbook, "What kinda of things are we supposed to draw for this festival?"

"Anything, as long as it's appropriate." Bakura said, smirking.

"Yeah yeah. There's always some numbskull who tries to do something like that." Yugi started to draw. He first sketched in the horizon line.

So, he's the landscape type, Bakura mused to himself.

Yugi began to slowly form a tree in the middle with swooping curves. Bakura stopped watching Yugi's pencil dance and continued his own pencil sketch from before.

Bakura's was of a girl standing on a ledge of a building, the rest of the city's building are curved to and odd vanishing pionts and almost looked like faces. In the sky random words were written, he continued to add words to sky; rose, hate, forever and goodbye. Bakura had already made a title for this piece of art; Graffiti Skies.

Bakura looked over at Yugi's picture and saw a very haunting picture; a twisted, curving tree and a girl, hidden, sitting on the branches. "Wow, that's awesome." Bakura said.

"Really? I've decided to call it 'Twisted'," Yugi said, blushing slightly.

Bakura smirked, musing to himself, it seemed like Marik has some competition this year and there would be hell to pay knowing his competitive friend.

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The day for Yami was uneventful, aside from everyone hovering and singing praise to Yugi and Bakura flirting with him. He managed to make it to the end of the day when he had what he looked desperately forward to every week, Drama Club. As he waltzed into Drama Room he saw the usual people there, the Art Club ready to start on the sets, the techies, Marik sitting reading his lines, and...Yugi?

Yugi was by the Drama Teacher's desk talking to Mr. Weiss. Yami knew he had to be a good actor, or very patient, in order to pull off that kind of prank but this was just ridicules. He felt his fangs begin to show at the nerve of this new kid that thought he could just waltz in and become part of the Spring Play, his turf. Yami took his seat far away from Marik.

The bearded teacher stepped onto the blue-carpeted raised platform and faced the students, who were sitting in chairs with tennis balls on the bottoms.

The drama teacher, Mr. Weiss, was a large jolly man that wore a Greek god necklace everyday. He reminded Yami somewhat of Santa Clause, "Good afternoon, my lovely Drama Club!"

"Good afternoon," everyone mumbled.

"We have a new member today, I'm sure you've heard of him."

Yugi waved from his seat in the back.

"Alright, now that that's in order, we'll be having Drama Club everyday 'till the night of the play. So arrange for your rides. And if you have conflicting clubs then just go to them instead, but I expect you to come and least twice a week. We have to get this show on the road."

Mr. Weiss then instructed the groups to what they will be doing and everyone ran off to the stage for the pratice. Before Yami left he heard Mr. Weiss calling him over, "Yami, would you come over here for a moment?"

Yami walked up to his desk, "Yes, Mr. Weiss?" He asked as he shifted his weight from his right foot to his left.

"You're one of our most devoted members, you've been here since your freshmen year, I want you to personally help Yugi and see what he can do. Maybe he can be a fill-in for someone. I was thinking maybe Hermia."

"But Hermia is a girl and the one of the leads."

"Well, he can sure play a girl well, so why not?" Mr. Weiss chuckled. "Plus you know how Grace is always sick with something. It's spring and she has terrible allergies."

"I don't think she's even here today."

"Nope. So go help him out! Shoo!" Mr. Weiss shooed him off in Yugi's direction. Marik winked at him, then continued studying his lines

Yami mumbled, "Shut up," and walked up to Yugi who still remained in the classroom. "Hey," Yami greeted.

Yugi smiled, "Hi. Last time I saw you I was a girl." he joked. Yami felt the tension and rivalry suddenly begin to dissipate as Yugi smiled warmly.

Yami offered a half-smile of amusement, "Yeah. You're going to be one again. You've been given the role of Hermia's understudy. Grace plays her but she's sick every other day. Weiss figured you were good playing a girl, so..." Yami repeated with a smirk.

"Yeah, I'm such a beautiful girl." He jokingly batted his eyelashes, "I even had you fooled, admit it."

Yami sighed, "Fine. Yes."

"And I even made you like me." Yugi added with a sly grin.

Yami rolled his eyes. "I take it you're familiar with Midsummer Night's Dream, correct?"

Yugi smirked at how Yami dodged his question, "Yeah, we read it in 7th grade."

Yami eyebrows furrowed, "But, most classes read it in 8th unless you were-"

"In advanced LA." Yugi responded grinning, "I was. I'm not the idiotic prankster you take me for. All you Goths are the same."

Yami snorted, "Same can be said about you preps."

They became silent for a moment until Yami grabbed him a script and grumbled, "You'd probably want to highlight your parts."

"I know, I was in Drama Club at my old school. And Yami," Yugi asked nervously.

"Yeah."

Yugi smiled, "I hope we didn't start off on the wrong foot, you seem like a very nice guy."

"So you said."

"And I still stand by it."

"Well, that has to be the first genuine thing like that that someone has said to me."

Yugi's cheeks tinted a slight pink and he laughed. "Will, I just have that magic of seeing great things in people." He began looking over the script. "Alright. Let's start this off. When's this performance?"

"On June first."

"Alright." Yugi sighed, "So I'm just back-up?"

"Don't feel bad, we already did auditions."

"I know, but who are you playing?"

Yami offered a smirk, "Lead, Lysander."

"Lucky." Yugi said laughing, "Heh, alright. Let's do..." He flipped through his book, "Act two, Scene two then. Start at 35."

"We usually to go the stage to practice you know." He said smirking.

Yugi blushed slightly, "Uh, yeah. Sorry. Lead the way."

Yami nodded, continuing to smile. Although Yugi was dressed as a boy, he still retained a certain amount of feminine charm. The thought lingered in his mind as he began to recite his part.

"Fair Love, you faint with wandering in the wood;

And to speak troth, I have forgotten our way;

We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,

And tarry for the comfort of the day."

Yugi began hesitantly, "Be it so, Lysander: find you out of, er, find you out a bed;

For I upon this bank will rest my head." Yugi sighed as he sat down pretending, effortlessly, to be asleep and making a fake snoring noise.

"'Tis not becoming of a lady ta' be vulgarly snoring." Yami said laughing.

Yugi opened an eye smiling, "Nor 'tis to be lecturing such a fair maiden and wakith' her as she wish'd to sleep."

They both started to laugh.

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After Drama Club practice, Yami walked alone down the empty halls. He was usually the last one to leave and today was no exception. He stopped for a moment, thinking he heard footsteps. He turned and no one stalked in the shadows.

He sighed relieved then nearly screamed as he felt someone wrap their arms around him as deep English accented voice whispered, "Got 'cha," in his ear.

"Bakura! God, don't do that." Yami said, exhaling.

Bakura chuckled with his arms still around Yami, he was about to say something into Yami's ear when Yugi turned the corner then looked at the pair funnily, "Yami? Bakura?"

Yami threw Bakura off him then started to ramble nervously, "Heh, Yugi...uhh...this doesn't look like what it is... This bastard scared me half to death; he's just asking to get his ass kicked..."

Bakura brushed back his hair, "I'd like to see you try, doll."

"Shut up," Yami growled elbowing him in the side.

Yugi laughed and by the time they were outside Yugi's ride was already waiting for him. He waved, "See ya, Bakura, Yami."

Yami waved back and Bakura yelled, "Later."

"So," Yami inquired once Yugi's car had driven off, "What are you doing here after school?"

"Detention."

"What did you do now?"

"Harassing some girls in the halls."

Yami rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Whasa matter, Yami-kins....Jealous?" Bakura asked teasing him in a baby voice.

"No."

"Awww, s'ok 'Kura still loves you more..."

"Shut up." Yami stood up, "I have to go."

"Hey, wait, how about we hang over at my place?" Bakura suggested, grinning.

"Why would I want to?"

"Come on! We haven't hung out in a while."

Yami glared, "It's not my fault we haven't. I wasn't the one who-"

"Hey, hey. Calm down there. I was just thinking maybe we could finally patch things up between us. You know."

"If that includes me being molested, I don't think so." Yami glared.

"Of course not! Unless of course," Bakura grinned, "you would like to volunteer yourself."

"I think I'd like to volunteer myself to go home." Yami started to walk away.

Bakura stood up and wrapped an arm around Yami's shoulders, "Hey hey! I was just joking with you! Come on."

Yami rolled his eyes and allowed Bakura to lead him in the direction to his apartment.

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As Bakura shut the apartment door Yami noted that Bakura's place was still the same, freakishly empty.

Although they had moved here three years ago, during Yami's freshman year, there were still some packing boxes in the house and still lacked a feeling of a home. They only had very basic furniture in each room. Yami shivered, he never did like Bakura's house. "Where's your parents?"

"They went to Hawaii for their anniversary. They still haven't come back yet. I hate them for not bringing me."

Yami chuckled slightly and sat down on the love couch. Bakura joined him, leaving only about six inches between them and rested his arm on the back of the couch, dangerously close to being around Yami's neck. This didn't go unnoticed by Yami.

"So, want something to drink?"

"Sure, what ya got?"

"Let's see." Bakura stood up with his arm now around Yami's shoulder. Yami said nothing and Bakura led him to the kitchen.

Yami looked into the fridge as Bakura opened it. Empty. Just like the rest of the house. The only things in it were a pack of Miller Lite, some Diet Coke, eggs and butter. Bakura pulled out two Miller Lites with his free hand.

"Bakura, look. I really don't want-"

"Come on, Yami! Have some fun in your life." Bakura said, grinning,

Yami noted Bakura's hand moving lower down, now on his hip. Yami then realized what he was planning. "I can't believe I actually came here," Yami pushed Bakura off him and slipped on his shoes by the front door.

"Hey, where ya' going?"

Yami just glared at him as he swung his messenger bag over his shoulder. He unlocked the door and slammed it behind him.

Bakura plopped down onto the couch, opening up the first can as it made a loud crackle and took a sip, "Damn."

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Back at home Yami locked his door and turned on his radio to Q101. He took off his messenger bag and threw it across the room. He ran his fingers through his hair, "Why the hell did I even trust him to begin with? I'm so stupid."

He stayed there in his bed until he heard the muffled sound of his dad opening the door through his heavy rock music. He unlocked his door a crack and sniffed the air, crinkling his nose. "Domino's again." He sighed then went to go greet his dad.

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Over the weekend Yami stayed at home sleeping till 12 then ate breakfast/lunch at one, wrote and went on the computer the rest of the day until his dad came home with Domino's again. Yami couldn't help but wonder how his dad never got tired of that crap.

In truth, Yami actually liked school because it gave him something to do and someplace to get away from his house. He rarely did any social events that weren't school-related but on Sunday Yami got a call.

"Hello?" Yami asked into the phone.

"Hello, this is Seto."

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"I want to talk to you. Meet me by the bridge in the Woodbourogh's forest. OK?"

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"Ok," Yami paused, "Bye."

"Don't be late."

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Yami was nearing the bridge after a 15 minute walk. Woodborough was in the center of the town and commonly where people went to fight. The more expensive house were around the park, which was where Seto lived with his step-father and his younger brother Mokuba. The park had a recreational forest there as well, but only old people and teenagers to drink at night really came in there. There was a bridge over a small stream which was where Yami would be meeting Seto.

He saw Seto leaning against the faded wooden rail with chipping green paint. Seto turned to face him as Yami grew closer, "I see you made it in one piece."

"Hello to you too," Yami replied back and went leaning against the rail as well. "So, uh, why did you call me?"

Seto looked own into the muddy river with randomly assorted bottles littering the already dirty water, "I think you know why."

Yami paused for a moment, then downheartedly said, "Bakura."

Seto nodded. "He's got acquainted with Yugi already."

"So?"

"So?" Seto said growling, turning to Yami, "He's only one step away from having another excuse to be with Ryou. I don't want him hurting him, like he did to you."

Yami said nothing and pulled a bush growing nearby with small red berries, he then pulled off a branch and starts to pick off the berries and throw them into the water.

Seto looked at him funnily, "What are you doing?"

"Throwing berries."

"Why?"

He shrugged and continued to throw them into the water.

Seto sighed, "I'm just really worried about Ryou. He's one of my few good friends and I don't want anything to happen to him. I know how Ryou feels about Bakura, so Bakura wouldn't really have any problem-"

Yami sighed, cutting him off, "I don't think you need to worry about Ryou."

"Why?"

"He's not after him, Seto." Yami said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

He threw a couple more berries into the water, "I went to his house on Friday and tried to get me drunk."

Seto narrowed his eyes, "I told you not to ever go to his house! Bakura's twisted and sick. He'll do anything to get what he wants. You had better stay away from him."

Yami smiled a bit, "Yes, mother, but he's just so hot-"

Seto crinkled his nose, "That's just disgusting, Yami. Don't joke like that."

Yami just laughed.

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On Monday during homeroom, Mrs. McNeal was late, again. Yugi was handing out what looked like folded neon-colored flyers. Yami wondered, "What's he up to now?"

Yugi came over towards Yami and smiled, "Hi."

"Hey." Yami responded casually, "Err, what're those papers?"

"These are invites to my house-warming party this Friday. Here," Yugi handed one to Yami and smiled. "I hope you decide to come."

"I think I just might come." Yami said, returning the gesture with a grin.

"Great! I'll see you there." He noticed Mrs. McNeal entering the room. "Oh, crap," Yugi muttered, running to his seat and hiding the flyers underneath his notebook.

Yami hid the note under the desk and began to read it:

"Yugi's House-Warming Party!! Bring bathing suit, a towel, and CDs. Food and drinks for everyone! Friday, April 17th 4-9 PM. Be there or miss out on what everyone'll be talking about" There was a cartoonish picture of a guy in a pool drinking with his friends.

I wonder if the group will be coming? Yami thought silently as Mrs. McNeal started to take attendance.

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Later during passing period was walking with Joey to their next class. Joey looked at Yugi strangely, "What's up Yug'? You look really happy. Gunna get laid tonight or somethin'?"

"It's nothing."

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At the end of the day, during Drama, Yami managed to get Yugi caught up so they could joined the rest of the cast. Marik was in an extremely bossy mood today and got into numerous fights with Yami about proper acting. Resulting in why Yami was extremely ticked off and on his last nerve as he went walking down the empty school halls. He saw Bakura slowly approaching him, Yami pretended not to see him. He didn't have the sanity or patience put up with Bakura right now.

As Yami came closer to Bakura he could see Bakura trying to catch his eyes, but he kept his eyes down on the ground, staring at his feet.

When Bakura was now next to him and Yami still refused to even acknowledge him, Bakura then grabbed Yami's wrist.

"Let me go Bakura."

"Damn it, just listen! Why the heck are you so pissed off! You've been giving me the cold shoulder the whole freakin' day and your ran off yesterday!"

"Don't play dumb, Bakura." Yami said glaring at him, "Now let me go."

Bakura paused for a moment then sighed, "It's because I offered you beer, isn't it?"

Yami decided not to grace him with an answer.

"Look, if I wanted to get you drunk I would've grabbed the whole fuckin' pack. Anyway, I wouldn't waste my beer so you could just vomit all over the floor. I just thought you'd like a drink, not two, a drink. Lighten up."

Yami didn't say anything. He just tore away his hand from Bakura's grasp and walked down the hall. Bakura continued to follow after him, "Wait."

Yami wasn't about to listen.

"Yami! Why do you have'ta be so damn stubborn and jump to conclusions. It's just like last when we were dating, you wouldn't even let me explain!"

"You didn't have to explain, it was quite clear was happened! Stop trying to cover it up, Bakura. I'm not an idiot."

"I was drunk OK!" Bakura growled. "Now listen, calm down."

"Leave me alone, Bakura," Yami felt tears pricking at his eyes and he quickly wiped them away. He then ran through the doors, not looking back as he headed for home.

Bakura grumbled as he went down the halls to his locker.

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To Be Continued...

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