RP!log

Characters: IC!Ryou, OOC!Malik, OOC!Ryuuzaki, and lots of NPC!s
Setting: Baka Chocolate Factory, Bulgaria.
Rating: PG-13 for candy coated super-violence.
Summary: Ryou is taken before Jello to sign over the rights to Creamylicious. He makes a break for it, in an attempt to rescue Malik. Things don't exactly go as planned, but they certainly do work out. The factory goes up in flames, and they manage to save one more of Jello's prisoners, someone quite famous indeed.



“Took you long enough.” A now familiar mafia henchman said to Ryou as he finally came to. He wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Ryou groaned, and shook his head. He looked around. All he could surmise was that he was in a candy factory of some sort. Machines roared in the background, and the smell of chocolate lingered in the air.

“You didn’t say anything about getting so sick on planes.”

“I… I… didn’t know I’d be going on one… Um… Where am I?”

“You said you’d only make deals with the boss. And you’d better still have that intention. Because if there’s one thing Jello doesn’t like,” he leaned in, blowing a halo of smoke around Ryou’s face. “It’s a bad business meeting.”

Ryou just coughed and trembled.

“Wh…Where is he?”

“Waiting for you.” The henchman picked Ryou up by the shirt collar and stood him on his feet. He gestured towards a series of ornately decorated doors. “And he’s been waiting long enough.”

“R…Right… b…because I passed out…” Ryou gulped.

The doors opened to reveal a long hallway. Hanging high on the walls were grotesque sculptures, bars of chocolate that looked like they had people trying to claw their way out of them. It was only when they walked through the menagerie that Ryou realized they weren’t sculptures at all. And that each of them probably contained a real live person… well, live at one point.

“Ry…Ryuuzaki…” Ryou looked up at the last one. “No!!”

The goggled henchman kept a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him forward through the gauntlet of chocolate intimidation.

At the end of the hall there was one empty hook. Another victim would be hung soon, and Ryou knew who that victim would be if he didn’t cooperate.

The next set of doors led into one of Jello’s private rooms. And there was no turning back now.

The doors opened into pitch darkness, save for a small red light in the back of the room. And there, lounging on the large chair like a king on his throne, was the true leader of the Muffin Mafia – the dangerous and elusive criminal known only as Jello.

As the henchman pushed him forward, it became all the more evident that this wasn’t just another trick. This was the real Jello… it just had to be. His presence was intimidating, not on size, but on intimidation alone.

He was clothed completely in black vinyl, the thin fabric doing little to mask the fact that he was actually a small, thin man, about Ryou’s own size. And it did little to hide the scars. The remains of what was once a blistering burn covered the entire left side of his face, his neck, even extending down his left arm. The stories, Ryou quickly decided, were true – he survived the Butterscotch Blowout… And anyone who could survive a raid of that size, a fire of that magnitude, was not one to take lightly.

He bit into a bar of chocolate and then set it aside.

“Let’s get right down to business, shall we?” he stood from the chair and seized a candy cane from beside it. With it, he tapped on a nearby control panel. The entire wall behind him, composed of television monitors, sprang to life with a bloody tint.

On the screens were various scenes in the factory, but most were centered on a small production line and the man that hung so dangerously from the live conveyor.

“Malik!!” Ryou shouted, trembling before the screens.

“He can’t hear you from here.” Jello smirked. Proudly, he strode down a series of steps, the light from the monitors giving his face a demonic glow. “But you can hear him. Every last scream. Especially the last scream.”

“W…where is he? I… I won’t make any kind of deal with you… until… until he’s safe!” Ryou bravely managed to stutter. “I… I want to see him… right here with me.”

“You’re in no position to make demands.” Jello growled, and slammed his cane against the control panel. It beeped and whirred as the conveyor belt holding Malik started to move. Malik, realizing he was headed toward the vat of chocolate again, started screaming for the help he knew wasn’t coming.

“Stop! Stop!!”

The henchman unrolled the papers he had brought to Creamylicious.

“If you want it to stop so badly…” Jello just grinned. And he held out a red pen. “You know where to sign.”

Ryou looked at him, back at the screens, and then back at him.

“Creamylicious belongs to the Muffin Mafia. And to me.”

Ryou’s hand trembled as he took the pen from Jello’s hand. He tapped a button on the control panel to slow the conveyor.

Taking a big gulp, Ryou scribbled something on the line Jello indicated. He rolled up the paper, pretending to look as defeated as possible before pushing past Jello to shove the pen into the control panel. Sparks shot out and the conveyor skidded to a fast stop.

But Jello was even faster. He reached out, and grabbed Ryou’s wrist, pulling him back toward him.

“You little cream puff!” he twisted Ryou’s wrist, and Ryou cried out in pain. The henchman pulled out a hidden gun, ready to fire.

“oh… what did sensei say to do?” Ryou whispered to himself quickly as he struggled to pull out of Jello’s tight grip. And then he remembered! Big hand, turn wrist, spin… and RUN!

There was no way Jello could hold on, and Ryou slid out of his grasp. Wasting no time himself, he scrambled to his feet and away from the mafia goons as fast as his little feet would carry him.

Jello unrolled the contract to reveal the phrase, “Creamylicious is mine!” in the signature blank.

“After him!!” he shouted, following at his subordinate’s heels. Ryou bolted out the door, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, which might lead him to Malik.

Fortunately for Ryou, though, he soon lost Jello and his favorite minion. Unfortunately for him… he knew they, or any other member of the muffin mafia, might find him and find him soon…

Ryou searched the factory for what felt like hours before finally reaching a series of hallways that reeked of burning chocolate. Malik had to be nearby. He just had to be.

And he was. In fact, when the door flung open, Malik screamed like a wounded puppy before he realized that it wasn’t a mafia thug coming to finish him off. It was his husband!

“Ryou?” Malik couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Yeah… it’s… it’s me…” Ryou looked around nervously. “I… I’ve got to get you down from there!”

“How’d you get here?”

“Long story… I’ll explain later…”

And at the moment, having a ‘later’ in which to listen to the story was far more rewarding than the story could ever be.

Ryou was more scared than he could ever remember being, but he climbed the machinery anyway. He had to rescue Malik. If something happened now, now that he’d risked everything from Creamylicious to his own life, he’d never forgive himself.

Slowly, he made his way down the conveyor, and reached down for Malik’s hand.

“I can’t!” Malik whimpered. “I can’t even feel my arms anymore!”

Ryou reached down even lower, grabbing Malik’s hand and using all his weight to pull him even a little bit of the way up.

“Come on, Malik… You… you gotta help me… I… I can’t do this alone!”

“I’m trying!” Malik whined back, swinging his legs, trying to pull himself up a little as well. He didn’t get far, but it was enough to dislodge the chain before the conveyor belt started up again.

“NO!!!” Ryou only screamed, loosing his grip on Malik.

“I’m okay!” he shouted back, having grabbed the bottom of the conveyor belt. As it rotated, he was being pulled away from the vat of boiling chocolate. Ryou, being on top, was being pulled toward it. “Just get off of there!!”

Ryou nodded, and breathlessly scrambled to his knees in an attempt to get to his feet.

“Jello must have fixed the panel I… I broke…”

“What gave you that idea?” a voice broke through the darkness.

Malik screamed, and Ryou echoed him.

Jello stepped out from part of the scaffolding hidden next to the massive machine. He had been there the whole time, watching Ryou’s every move. And now, he was the only thing standing between Ryou and the end of that moving conveyor belt…

“I didn’t want to take it from you this way, but you’ve left me no choice.” Jello growled, holding a device in his hand. Ryou couldn’t be certain, but it looked like a bomb. Even with what little he knew about Jello, he didn’t seem the type to be afraid of causing even the largest of explosions. In fact, he was rumored to have actually caused the explosions that ended in the great Butterscotch Blowout. “There are bombs planted all around your precious store. One press of this button, and everything you worked for will be over! If I can’t have Creamylicious, then no one will!”

Even Ryou wasn’t sure what happened next. Not even thinking, he ran towards Jello, trying to get around him. Of course, that ended quickly, with Jello pinning him sharply in a chokehold with one arm.

“Insolence will not be tolerated.” Jello shouted into Ryou’s ear and the boy shrunk in his arms. He coughed, trying his best to breathe as the mafia boss tightened his grip.

“Ryou!!” Malik screamed, finally reaching the bottom of the conveyor.

Ryou was almost frozen in panic. The conveyor rolled beneath them. Jello pressed the explosive device against Ryou’s back as he flexed his arm, cutting Ryou’s air by more than half. Tears swelled inside his eyes and his throat burned. He could almost taste the boiling chocolate below him.

“Ryou!!!”

Malik ran to the side of the giant machine, kicking it with all the Egyptian rage he possessed. He had to try and stop the conveyor before it was too late…

They were fast approaching the end. He reached up and grabbed Jello’s arm, trying to pull it loose, but he just wasn’t strong enough.

“Do you have any last words?!” Jello screamed over the machinery.

Ryou couldn’t get enough breath to answer. But he held on.

“Your machine does!!” Malik answered for him, as sparks started to fly from the unit. Gears started to squeal and vents started to smoke. Ryou’s feet hit the conveyor as it stuttered, and he tripped as he tried to break away. His body twisted around as he fell to his knees. The momentum of that subtle drop, however, was more than enough to send Jello over his back!

The mafia leader rolled along the edge of the conveyor belt. And as Ryou scrambled again to his feet, an agonizing scream filled his ears.

Unable to grab onto the shaking conveyor in time, Jello fell into the vat of boiling chocolate below.

“RYOU!!!” Malik shouted as Ryou scrambled on hands and knees toward the scaffolding.


Warning lights blinked as pressure gages rose beyond dangerous levels. The chocolate bubbled, like lava from an angry volcano just waiting to explode. The machine screeched to a stop, bursting into flames. A pair of chocolate-covered hands shakily grabbed the edges of the vat, but soon slipped back inside. Alarms sounded all over the factory.

Ryou jumped from the lower scaffolding, landing rather ungracefully at Malik’s feet. But he wasn’t hurt.

“We… we gotta get out of here…” Ryou coughed as Malik helped him to his feet.

“Ryuuzaki was here with me!” Malik suddenly remembered. “He was dipped into the chocolate!”

“I know! I saw him!” Ryou grabbed Malik’s hand and they hurried out the door. It wouldn’t be long before the fire spread. “He was on display outside the room where they took me to meet Jello!”

“I never saw it. Do you remember where it is?”

“We’ll find it… We just have to!” Ryou answered, running as fast as he could.

The fire, at least, proved to be a good cover. With alarms blaring everywhere, most of the remaining mafia goons were looking out for number one, namely, themselves. The factory was deserted as they ran through the various hallways, desperately looking for the right one.

By the time they reached it, the temperature had risen considerably. Jello’s private sanctum had been caught by the inferno, and parts of the ceiling had already caved in.

“He’s on the end!” Ryou shouted.

Fortunately for both of them, the heat was almost unbearable. Sticky human bodies fell from the wall as their prisons started to melt. Most of them were dead, having been trapped for weeks, months, in some cases even years. But a couple of the most recent victims were still alive.

“Ryuuzaki!!” Ryou shouted, shaking him.

It took a moment before Ryuu could open his eyes, but he did. Most of what he could see was chocolate. He was getting kind of sick of chocolate.

"R-Ryou?" He finally got out, looking up at him.

"Ryuuzaki! Are you all right?" Ryou gasped. Malik was right behind him.

"I...think? Oh I don't know! Gosh I was so scared." Ryuu wiped at his face, getting some of the chocolate off. "Where's that meanie?"

"Somewhere in there." Malik gestured. A metal beam fell, blocking one of the doorways with a wall of new flames. He jumped back with an agitated squeal. "And we need to get out of here!"

Malik didn't have to say that twice. Ryuu managed to get to his feet as fast as he could. He'd been hurt, tossed into a truck, hung above boiling chocolate, been made into a chocolate bar and worst of all he hadn't seen his Trio-samas in days! He couldn't let himself get caught on fire!

Ryou took one last look around the corpses. "Wait! There's another one still alive!"

"Hurry!" Malik shouted, while Ryou ran to check it out. Just a couple of bars away from Ryuuzaki, one of Jello's previous captives moved. He was tall and very pale. His body was painfully thin, and he looked as though he'd been encased in chocolate for a considerable amount of time, staying alive solely by a mix of stubbornness and sheer determination.

Ryuu stumbled over behind them, looking around. "They all had people? Oh gosh this isn't friendly. What if...what if my Trio-samas are here?! They might have tried to rescue me and got trapped..."

Ryou and Malik looked around. They didn't see anyone that they knew. Nor anyone else that was still alive.

"Let's just go!" Malik shouted, doing his best to lift the other victim, who clearly didn't look as though he could escape under his own strength. "Ryuuzaki, can you walk?"

"Yeah." At least he sorta could, enough to be able to get himself out.

And so they all ran, finally escaping the burning factory. The remaining members of the Muffin Mafia had either escaped too, getting as far away from the inferno as they possibly could, or were still trapped inside.

And they didn't stop until they had reached the sanctity of a large orthodox cathedral about a block away. It was deserted at that hour, and seemed the best place to hide.

Ryuu was glad to finally be able to stop running. He didn't think he could move another step and collapsed when they got inside.

Ryou was exhausted too, but he helped pull Ryuuzaki into a small corner beneath the relics. Malik put the other body next to Ryuu, and proceeded to collapse as well. His arms still felt like they were on fire from hanging so long.

"Ryou-san?" Ryuu finally asked, looking over him.

Ryou leaned up against the wall and let out a long breath. "... um... y...yeah?"

"Am I dead?"

"... No. No... we're not dead..." Ryou really hoped they weren't all going to be.

"O-Oh, okay." He sighed in relief. "It was so scary Ryou-san. I just wanna go home."

"... I... I want to go home too..." Ryou sniffled, and leaned into Malik. His husband put an arm around him and held him as tightly as he could. "... But... but I.... they didn't get Creamylicious... not now... not... not ever..."

"What about my Trio-samas?"

"Yuugi... Yuugi was with me when the... the guy with the orange goggles took me... I... I don't know what happened to him, but they left him behind, I think."

"Yuugi-sama? Oh no...oh no, not Yuugi-sama." Ryuu's eyes welled up. He hadn't been there and something bad happened to his bestest.

"... he... he wasn't in the factory with you... He... he must have been left behind in... in Domino..."

"But I couldn't save him. I got taken and, and I couldn't do nothing."

"Let's just try and save ourselves right now?" Malik whispered, "Okay?"

"B-But Yuugi-sama," Ryuu started, but Malik-san couldn't understand about his bestests. So he just nodded and said, "kay."

Ryou held Malik's hand. He was just thankful that they got out.

Ryuu, trying to get his mind off of things, looked around and finally looked to the person beside him. He didn't know others got made into chocolate bars, too. It was so creepy to think about! What if he'd been eaten? He reached over and wiped some of the chocolate off of the person's face.

The stranger looked up at him with large black eyes. He trembled. It was a while before he found his voice, but he finally spoke. "You're not Jello's men."

"Not at all." Malik immediately answered. Ryou said the same thing.

"I'm not mean, I swear! I believe in friendship."

Realizing he was still covered with chocolate, he wiped some off his own face and licked it greedily. "Who are you?"

"... R... Ryou Bakura... I... I own a cream puff shop in Domino City, Japan..."

"I'm Ryuu. I'm bestest friends with my Trio-samas."

"... He works with me... And this is Malik, my husband...." Ryou finished the introductions. "... who are you? Did you own a shop too?"

He licked his entire hand clean before answering Ryou's question. "William L. Baka, III."

This was no ordinary prisoner. This was the true owner of Baka Chocolates!

"How long were you a chocolate bar Baka-san?"

"I don't know." he kept licking the chocolate off himself, getting every bit he possibly could. "I don't know when Jello took me out of his little dungeon and dipped me in the chocolate."

Ryuu shivered. A dungeon?!?! He was just glad he didn't have to go there.

Ryou shivered too. It seemed there really wasn't a limit to what the mafia boss would do to get what he wanted.

“Ryou-san, do you got anything to eat?" Watching Baka-san lick himself was making him realized he was really, really hungry.

"... no... I don't..." Ryou's stomach growled too.

Ryuu looked down at himself. He was covered in chocolate still, but he couldn't eat it. Oh he never wanted to eat chocolate again, not even if one of his Trio-samas had a huge chocolate party.

Baka, obviously beyond famished, looked over at Ryuu and pointed shakily. "Are you going to eat that?"

He shook his head and held out his arm. And the odd man proceeded to slurp the chocolate off of it.

"We'll find some food in the morning." Malik put his head against Ryou's, "I promise."

"Morning?" Ryuu sighed an slumped against the wall. Morning seemed so far away. Or he thought it was, but he didn't know what time it was or even what day it was.

"... Malik's right... we... we need to rest... while the mafia is hiding... It might be the only chance we get..." And his body was quickly agreeing with that statement.

"...okay." Maybe he'd try and go to sleep and dream about his Trio-samas.

"I will keep watch." Baka volunteered, still licking chocolate off of Ryuuzaki.

"Thank you Baka-san."

And it was going to be a very long night.