Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Unfufilled Vow ❯ The Mirror ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Sorry this chapter took so long my file was lost and I had to wait over a week for my brother to send me the back up file from home. I want to thank everyone for all of those nice reviews. I don't have much to say just that this chapter get even creeper then before. If you don't like blood, ghost or thing that go "bump' in the night…boy are you reading the wrong fic. I don't own Yu-gi-oh or any one in it but I do own a `relinquished' (the card not the character). The funeral is over now peer into…

The MIRROR

He never liked crowds, so he waited until all of the mourners had paid their respects. Finally he stood alone in a field hundreds, yet he was the only living soul. Slowly he approached the grave of the boy he tormented, irritated, and on some levels respected. There was nothing left to say, for his ears would hear no longer. He simply laid the single flower with the others in front of the tombstone. Suddenly from the fresh earth beneath him a bloody hand shot up and seized his wrist. Panicking he tried to pull away but the hand would not release him. To shocked to scream he was slowly pulled deeper and deeper…to join the boy in the pits of hell.

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"No!" Kaiba screamed as he shot up in bed panting. He quickly calmed down remembering the he was, safe at home. The funeral was over, it was over that same afternoon. He starred at his clock, it was only 12:57. He lay back down but sleep would not come. He had convinced himself that the vision of Jou in the funeral hall was a figment of his imagination and lack of sleep. So why did it disturb him so much? It wasn't long before his tired body gave in and fell back to sleep. But this night, there is one who would never awaken.

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A large bulky man was shoved back into his cell. The guards locked it tight giving the man a nasty look. He only sneered as the guards walked away in disgust.

"Let me guess, you were being somewhat uncooperative." Came the voice of his cellmate. The man just laughed. He had gotten a good lawyer and would be released any day now.

"Those idiots can't prove a thing. The boy was so trashed my lawyer say it'll be impossibly to prove any of those bruises were from me." The man across from him smiled.

"Not saying you did anything of course."

"Oh, of course not. My poor son was abducted and tortured for almost a week then killed and they have the nerve to lock up his grieving father for showing the brat a little discipline." He turned away to wash his face. There was only an old rusty mirror in the holding cell but it would do for now.

"I bet you're grateful for DNA testing. You could have been railroaded just because you were the main suspect."

"I just hope they catch the real killer soon. The sooner they do the sooner those media vampires will have someone else to latch on to." It was then he took a good look at his reflection only to see it wasn't him.

"AAAhhhh!" He screamed as he fell back on the floor.

"Hey man, what happen?"

"H-he's there…m-mirror…b-bloody fingers…" he said shaking pointing to the rusty glass. The other prisoner looked over but saw nothing amiss.

"Dude, there's nothing there." Still pointing at the mirror with one hand on his chest he saw nothing as well.

"H-he was t-there, I saw…" He clutched his chest again feeling his left arm go numb.

"Who was there? What the fuck are you talking about?" But the question went unanswered as his companion collapsed on the floor. "Hey, what happened?" No answer.

He ran over to the cell door calling out for the guards. They came surprisingly quick and examined the fallen man.

"Get this man to clinic!" one of them shouted.

"He's having a heart attack we need to get him to the hospital, NOW!" Within moments the man was rushed off leaving his cellmate in the lurch. As he glanced over at the mirror he thought he saw a streak of what looked like red fingerprints. But he blinked and it was gone.

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The next evening Seto and Mokuba Kaiba were trying to enjoy a quiet evening at home. Mokuba was a bit bored so he turned on the evening news. The image of a female reporter came on the screen. "Thank you Takada. It seems the mystery surrounding the murder of Jounouchi Katsuya has taken yet another surprising turn. The boy's father, who was being held on a possible child abuse charges, died earlier this morning. Our sources say that the man was complaining of chest pains and rushed to the prison hospital ward. He was pronounced DOA on arrival the official cause of death was listed as cardiac arrest since the autopsy found no signs to prove other wise. While Mr. Katsuya had been eliminated as a suspect in his son's death police still have no Leeds in the hunt for the real killer. We take you to profiler Daisuke Matsura to give us an inside look at what the police are looking for."

The screen switches from the reporter to a middle age man in his 40's. "From the information we have gathered so far we know the suspect is a male ranging in age from late 30's to early 40's. The victim was most likely chosen at random but had certain traits that reminded the suspect of something in his past. For example it could have been the boy's blond hair, brown eyes and or height that set off a trigger in the killer's head causing him to feel the need to dominate his victim. I do not believe this is his first time however. He had most likely killed before and may kill again." The screen switches back to the reporter.

"Although the police have no leads they have discovered where the boy was abducted from and hope this will bring them closer to finding the killer. Back to you Takada."

With that Kaiba turned off the TV causing Mokuba to look up at his older brother. "This whole thing makes me sick." he said as he started to walk away.

"Ne, Oni-sama, do you think they'll catch the man who killed Jounouchi-kun soon?" Kaiba paused in the doorway debating on what to say. He decided his little brother had had enough to worry about.

"Yeah, I'm sure he will be caught. It's only a matter of time." And with that he left the room but missed to sad look on Mokuba's face.

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The elder Kaiba brother took his time as he washed his face and hands before heading to bed. But, try as he might, he couldn't get the image of Jounouchi's face in the window out of his head. And the nightmares that fallow were less then pleasant to say the least. He sighed looking at his reflection in the mirror. This whole experience was getting to him a lot more then it should but why? It wasn't like he was the one who responsible for the boy's to death. The image of the decaying corpse found its way into his head. He shook his head violently trying not to think of it. `Get a grip Kaiba!' He thought to himself. `Why should I feel guilty? There was nothing I could have done, the police still had no clue. So why do I feel like such an asshole?'

He left the question hanging in the air as he went to rinse his face. He happened to glance up at the mirror only to see it wasn't water all over his face and hands, it was blood. He gasped at his bloodied reflection in the mirror and immediately went to wash it off but when he looked at his hands only clear water remained. He looked back up at the mirror and saw no sign that there had ever been any crimson liquid on his face. He slowly backed out of his privet bathroom very shaken up. `Dear Lord what was that?' he sat down on his bed hugging himself to keep from shaking. `Am I going out of my mind?' He looked all around his room but found nothing a miss.

It was almost another hour before sleep finally claimed him but a few hours later he awoke to a strange noise. It was faint at first so he was having trouble hearing it. He listened closely trying to put a name to this mysterious sound.

scratch...scratch...scratch

It sounded like a light scratching sound coming from inside the bathroom. At first he thought it was something in the pipes or the creaking of the floorboards.

scratch...scratch...scratch

louder and louder it got. `Maybe it's rat or something.'

Scratch...Scratch...Scratch

`A very BIG rat.' But the noise wouldn't stop. It just kept getting louder and louder.

SCRATCH...SCRATCH...SCRATCH

`OK, a New York Rat on fucken Steroids! What the hell is that?'

SCRATCH!...SCRATCH!...SCRATCH!

That did it. He frustration over road his growing fears and he got out of bed. He went to turn on the lamp besides his bed only to fine that it didn't work. `Perfect.' He reached under his bed and grabbed a flashlight. Slowly he made his way to the bathroom door.

SCRATCHSCRATCHSCRATCH

He grabbed the knob and slowly opened the door. He wasn't too surprised to find that the bathroom light wasn't working either. Using the small light he searched for the source of the scratching. But try as he might, he couldn't find anything out of place. He was about to call it quits when remembered the insolent with the mirror from earlier. He turned and found that his courage was quickly slipping away as the image within the glass began to take shape. Blood stained blond hair, the black ring circling his neck, and those nail-less fingers slowly scraping the surface...

SSSSSCCCCCRRRRRAAAATTTTCCCCCHHHHHHH!!!!!!....

Kaiba was stunned for a moment. "This can't be real..." Suddenly that bloody hand broke through the surface and reached out for the brown haired man. Startled, Kaiba dropped the flashlight sending it crashing to the ground shattering the lens. Now engulfed in darkness with only the pale moonlight outlining the dark form of the dead boy. Jou stepped out of the mirror and focused on Kaiba. Kaiba backed away slowly, his brain not fully comprehending what he was seeing. But as Kaiba retreated Jounouchi drew closer and closer until Kaiba had backed himself into the door. Although he couldn't remember closing it he spun around trying to pull it opened. It was stuck, and Kaiba was growing frantic to free himself. Again and again he tried but the damn door wouldn't budge. Suddenly he felt something grab his shoulder. He screams as he realized it was a hand, a bloody hand, a bloody hand with no fingernails.

SCRATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"NO!" Kaiba screamed as he shot up in bed panting heavily. He took a few moments to calm himself realizing it was only a dream. Putting his head in his hands he sighed. "Why can't I just put this behind me? Why is this haunting me so?" Realizing what he had said he quickly shook his head. "What am I saying? There is no such thing as ghosts and Jounouchi is NOT haunting me I refuse to believe that!" As if to prove his point the young man flopped back down in his bed intending to go back to sleep and salvage what was left of the night. But as he lay there he grew uncomfortable so he turned over placing his hand down on the mattress. Only, it wasn't his mattress, it was a lump where an empty space should have been. Mokuba must have crawled into his bed for the boy was still having nightmares. He went to comfort the child but as he opened his eyes he realized he hand was not resting on his little brother but Jounouchi's corpse. Lying just the way he had found him just over a week ago, Jounouchi's glassy eyes starred right into the soul of Seto Kaiba.

BANG!

Once again Kaiba awoke with a start realizing that he had been dreaming the whole time. The bang that had woken him up was someone knocking on his bedroom door only much lighter then he originally thought. Not wanting to relive another horrible dream he bit down hard on the back of his hand. "Ouch, OK I really awake this time." Slowly the door opened and Kaiba tensed not knowing what to expect anymore.

"Onii-sama?" Mokuba asked timidly as he pocked his he thought the door. Kaiba sighed in relief. "Can I sleep with you again tonight I had another bad dream?" The poor boy look really scared still clutching his old teddy bear tightly.

"Come here kid." With open arms Kaiba welcomed his little brother into his bed. "So what was you dream about?"

He felt the child shift in his embrace. "I know it must sound stupid but I thought I saw Jounouchi-kun outside my window trying to get me to fallow him."

"Well don't have to worry Mokuba. Nothing is going to hurt you as long as I here." The dark haired child looked up.

"Promise?" Kaiba nodded.

"I promise I won't let anything happen to you again." The reassuring words calmed the child but as he settled down to sleep he noticed something strange.

"Ne, Onii-sama. What's that on your shirt?" Confused the elder brother look down to where his brother was pointing. His eyes widened with horror when he realized what it was...five blood-stained fingerprints were scratched into the fabric of his nightshirt near his shoulder.

To be continued...

Come let us play, what fun a brand new game

Hear what everyone have to say, you will never be the same

Where the dead return, and speak their mind

But what Kaiba will learn, isn't very kind

No losers or winners, that much is clear

But who Jou calls a sinner, Kaiba doesn't wish to hear

With mouth shut tight, by blind eyes and choking hands

By dawns fare light, the crime he reprimands

With letters and arrow, he tells his tale

About anger and sorrow, and a vow he did fall

So read about poor lost Jou, he has something he wishes you to see

From his anger to his woe, told by the board known as...THE OUIJI

Next Chapter: The Ouija board