Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Playmate ❯ Chapter 1

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, so don't sue me. I'm probably broke anyway…

I smile and snuggle closer to my koi. We're sitting on my couch, talking and watching TV -- a normal night. I look up at a picture on the wall... that picture. I was about eight when it was taken; my family and I were visiting my mother's sister in Kyoto. I was sitting on the floor of her apartment, smiling happily, with my arm around my sister. My sister... Amane died three months after my father took that picture, in a car accident with my mother. And she's lonely.

I'll help you, Amane, I'm thinking, I'll find someone to play with you. Rising from my seat, I give Seto a quick kiss and walk into the kitchen. Rooting through drawers and cabinets, I finally find what I'm looking for. Returning to the living room, I am careful to walk quietly. I can't let him know I'm there… I wrap my arm around him from behind, speaking what will be the last words he hears in this life.

"I love you, Seto Kaiba…goodbye…"

Raising the knife, I thrust it deep into his heart and watch the stain of his blood spread across his starched white shirt. See little sister? I've brought you a playmate…he loves me, Amane, and he'll love you too… Giving his body one last, tender, kiss, I leave the house and walk out into the night.

I can't really see where I'm going, but I don't care. Amane knows what she wants, and she'll guide me. She knows… I dimly realize that I've found my way to Seto's mansion…well, Mokuba's now, I suppose. Seto's dear little brother…he'll miss him terribly now, won't he? And Amane could use a friend closer to her own age… As I've been standing at the gates, someone's opened them for me… I go in, hoping to find my sister's new friend soon.

The servants tell me he's upstairs in his room, sleeping. That's all right; like his brother, he won't have to be in pain. I mount the stairs and make my way to the child's bedroom. Pushing the door open with care, I move quietly to the bed and, again, ready my knife. With one swift, fluid motion, I pull back the blankets and bury the blade between Mokuba's ribs. It's all over before he can even scream. As I pull the weapon from his breast, blood drips from the blade onto the carpet. I watch the drops with fascination; again I hear my sister's voice in my head. She's still not happy… she needs someone else with her… brother and brother are together now, she tells me, but what about us?

Smiling once again at the prospect of a reunion with my sister and koi, I go to the window and open the drapes. Perched on the sill, I clutch the knife to my chest and jump. Everything goes black before I hit the ground. I'm coming, little sister...nii-sama's coming…

The next morning, a servant found the bodies. Mokuba Kaiba was lying dead in his bead, surrounded by a pool of blood. Below the window, Ryou Bakura, the elder Kaiba's white-haired lover, sprawled across the ground with a carving knife protruding from his back. And halfway across domino, Seto Kaiba himself sat silently on a striped sofa, his shirt covered in blood and a deep wound in his chest. No one really knew what had happened, but the murders certainly weren't sweet little Ryou's fault… he was much too kind to do something so horrible.