Bev: Because you all know that if we did, we'd be hella rich and you'd know our names. Very well. As well as PPL in YGO know about Seto. *as an afterthough* We'd be like Seto! ^_^
Calli: Seto!? WHERE!? -runs around in circles, screaming about Seto-
Bev: -.-U Don't you already have PHP [Pretty High Priest] to fawn over?
Calli: You know how timid he is. -points to PHP shivering in the corner, trying to dissapear- ^-^ Seto is wonderful too!
Bev: >
Calli: If you have DirectTV it's on channel 962. ^_^ Can we get on with the ficcu? I think we're annoying the readers with all our rambling.
Readers: -about to throw things-
Bev: But Ren! @_@ HE'S MIIIIIIINE! So now that I have that across! ^_^ I looooooove vampires. And just imagine Bakura in leather pants, boots and no top. @___________________@ ...Ren's better though. And Malik....... Sorry, rambling again *ducks a rubber duck ^_^*
Calli: ^.^ ... SETO! ^^ Anyway! Read it thoroughly, please! And leave a review! I'm telling you this now just because. -begins to tie Bev down and puts a bunch of duct tape on her mouth-
Bev: *muffled* Reviews keep us alive! >
Calli: And flames shall be used to heat our food!
Bev: AND TEA! You know, the person AND the drink! ^_^
Calli: .. Anzu sounds better. -random thought- LET CHOCOLATE AND HONEY LIVE FOREVER!
Bev: ...*random thought* with popcorn... What are you looking at me like that for? Haven't you read Sands of False Betrayal, memory number something-or-other? And that's true, Anzu's cooler than Tea. Not by much though.
Calli: You have to update that, Sands of False Betrayal.
Bev: >
Calli: ... I like that name.
Bev: Goddess of Insanity? Yeah, she's cool.
Calli: OKAY! Shut up now! We must! To get on with the ficcu! We can ramble more at the end.
Bev: She has an account with someone else though... it's Goddess of Insanity and Pauru. Or something. err... *stops rambling*
Calli: Thankyou. NOW ENJOY THE STORY! Or we'll kill you.
Bev: *nods*
A lightly tanned boy sat at a large, bright-colored table surrounded by colorful plastic chairs, fingering through a large black book. He sighed, large amethyst eyes darting across the yellowing pages. A small, thin-fingered hand rose to brush through delicate golden bangs. A mass of black strands rose skywards from his skull, forming five dark spikes, lined in crimson. He ran a second hand under thick blue material, rumpling the clean white tee beneath. A pile of books dropped beside the buckle-and-school-outfit clad boy and his eyes flickered to look.
A pale boy slid gracefully into the seat beside him, dropping a thick bag on the ivory-tiled floor. "Hello Yugi, I hope I'm not late."
The boy, 15, though it was hard to tell with his undeveloped, short-statured body and projected air of innocence, glanced at his watch. "No, actually, you're just on time, as usual." He returned his gaze to his classmate, smiling gently.
The relatively short teen, though at least head and shoulders taller than the first, blinked, allowing a tender smile to flicker over his features. Pale, snowy hair dropped below his shoulders, pooling around his collarbone like a silver waterfall, twisting around his face's delicate curves, enhancing the elegant, feminine features. Chocolate depths swirled slowly, displaying pure, quiet emotions and giving him the overall presence of a hidden snow angel. Thick, dark lashes fluttered as he rested his chin in his palm thoughtfully, eyes darting to the side. "Where's Jou?"
Index tracing a line in his book while his right hand hastily scribbled notes, the first boy barely responded. "Er… not here yet." He shrugged unperturbedly. "He'll show up eventually." True enough, it took the third boy only five or so minutes to appear.
"Hi guys!" His loud and boisterous, though pleasant, voice was easily heard above the jabbering crowd, and both teens looked towards the blonde. He was at least six feet, blue jacket to match the others loosely hanging off a pair of fingers. Pale, dirt-stained shirt twisted around his lean, brawl-worn form. Messy dirty-blonde locks fell around his face, falling in front of shining honey-brown orbs. He plopped down in one of the cheep plastic chairs, grinning widely, and dropped a tall pile of books on the table.
Yugi tilted his head, restraining his laughter. "You're late, Jou."
"Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that. I had ta make a trip to the library." His grin widened considerably as he scratched the back of his head. The short boy shook his head lightly, chuckling to himself, and returned to work. "Isn't it lucky how the three of us ended up in the same group?" If possible, his grin widened even more, and a pale pink wash swiped across Ryou's cheek.
The adolescent smiled shyly, staring at the floor and biting his lip, and nodded. His breathing hitched when the blonde began laughing appreciatively, but he pushed it to the back of his mind and reached for one of the books in his own pile. The dark cover was old and worn, written in a supposedly-dead language, only called deceased because it no longer resided in a specific country. He traced the faded gold letters thoughtfully.
Sanguensuco Historia [Bloodsucker History]
He hadn't understood at first when his father had wanted him to learn Latin, and indeed still did not, but he was glad for the knowledge. Ancient documents would help cast a light upon the changing vampire beliefs, the way legends evolved over time, or the many versions that sprung up at different places before they were all mixed together into one basic definition. Yes, this school project would most definitely be interesting, mythological creatures indeed.
Leiko's whole body was shaking with terror, the breath escaping her lips coming in shaky, raspy gasps. Her eyes darted back and forth along the dark, deserted factory's boiler room, desperately trying to search through the darkness. She clutched the wooden spike in her right hand, digging her long fingernails into it. Suddenly, a loud whoosh came up from behind her, and a blinding pain came from her right side. With a shriek, Leiko instantly fell to the ground, dropping the spike in her shock, a puddle of crimson quickly forming beneath her.
Slowly, the tall, cloaked figure stepped forth from the shadows. A deep, ominous chuckle escaped his throat.
"Seems like I've found you, my lovely…"
Leiko could only gasp as the man sunk her teeth into her pale neck, draining her of her blo-
"Are you reading that vampire rubbish again?" A cold voice broke the child from his reading. The child, a coal eyed and ebony haired boy, looked from over his thick paper back book.
It was called Night Of Crimson, written by the authoress Kim Halk.
"Hai." He said softly, looking up at the gray old woman. She owned the orphanage he had been sent to when he was around the age of three. He was twelve, now.
"Humph, put that rubbish away and come to meet Mr. Kaiba." She said strictly. The child folded the corner of the page he was reading, then shut the book and stood up.
The orphanage director walked out of the room, the child following without a word.
As the small boy walked into the woman's large office, he looked to Mr. Kaiba shyly. Mr. Kaiba was a large man, looking all business. No doubt he would be one of those all work and no play type of parents. It didn't matter, the youth would be sent back to the orphanage within the next week, the adults claiming they 'couldn't take the silence.'
"I thought this kid had a brother." Gozaburo said gruffly, inclining his head towards the coal-eyed youth, who stiffened slightly.
"He did," The woman started, stiffly. "But that one… Let's just say he passed away."
"Dead." Gozaburo noted that she was holding something back from him.
"It was a vampire."
Gozaburo looked to the quiet child who had spoken. Coal eyes stared right back.
"My brother had been found on the floor in his room, the window open, and two puncture holes on his neck. They thought him dead, but I know he's not." The child illustrated the puncture holes by tapping his neck twice with his index and middle fingers.
The old woman opened her mouth to scold the child, but Gozaburo brought up a hand to silence her.
"How do you know?" He asked.
"I'm not sure, I just do." The boy replied.
The man stayed quiet for a moment. Then;
"What's your name, boy?"
"Mokuba Sekiton, Kaiba-san."
"Well, Sekiton, you are now a Kaiba, understood?"
Mokuba smiled. He had not done that since his brother died. "Yes, sir."
The woman could only gape.
Silken, sun-kissed strands fell across shocking lavender orbs. A deep bronze wrist rose to push them out of the way, a pair of golden bangles clinging together to create a faintly haunting sound. Low humming rang through the dark, tense atmosphere, nothing but a small, dying light bulb dangling by thin wire casting light. Within the ring of feeble illumination swaying over a table lay rolls and books and sheet upon sheet of information and plans.
"This isn't working very well."
Jaded purple flickered upwards, staring intently. A thin, hollow sigh echoed in the darkness. A few papers were shuffled, and they all found themselves in a bin sitting besides the wooden table leg.
"So I've noticed."
A pale hand reached to rest on the table, long fingers drumming along the polished surface. A lock of white hair fell into the ring of light and intense, hard and flat red-brown eyes stared intently at the many blueprints scattered across the tabletop.
"No."
Lavender glazed over in confusion. "What?"
"No." The drumming stopped and a slender finger moved to rest on one of the plans, the dungeon rooms in Prince Yami's castle. "Look here. The prince may be an idiot, but he knows we need to go through here." The finger slid to another over-sized sheet. "Here."
Sandy, sun-bleached strands were tossed aside as the first teenage-looking man bit his lip thoughtfully. "You're saying we should go in through the roof instead of the floor?"
"Hai."
Pastel eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and the head tilted sideways, further into the shadows, before he leaned back, entirely hidden, tugging on the below-shoulder hair. "It's an idea. Well, Bakura, I believe we've had enough for today."
The sound of chairs scrapping against concrete echoed slightly, and a pair of hands reached to gather up scrolls, while the other pushed the table out of the light. An interesting ailment of sharp objects was shoved aside and a floorboard was pulled upwards. All papers were deposed in the narrow space and the second personage stepped into the light. He was of an average to tall height, maybe 5' 10". Spiky hair dropped to his middle back. Sharp, angled features gave him an air of natural powerful dominance. Sturdy, compact muscles rippled slightly under a cover of sallow skin. A bloody red demon's aura clung to his form along with many silver chains, weapons and black leather and silk.
"Time to go?" The voice was cold and taunting, but his companion did not take the bait.
"Hai." The blonde walked past him coolly, shoulders brushing, to get to the exit.
Though shorter by a few inches, he gave off the same dangerous, seducing ambiance. An array of weaponry hung from a low golden belt. A trio of chains hung from a snowy shirt; the sleeves had apparently ripped off from the hanging fringes. Black leather clasped around his hips. Metal-heeled boots clinked against the hard floor as he waved his hand above his shoulder in beckoning.
"Coming?"
The taller shrugged uncaringly. "Sure thing, Malik."
An ancient figure strode purposefully to a seat. A thick crimson cape billowed behind him. A sleeved, crimson tight-silk low-cut v-neck hung to his built trunk, wide buckle attacked to his neck, a chain in turn attached to the heavy golden upside-down pyramid hanging from the solid steel. He sat on the only seat within the room. A comfortable cushion, dyed dark, murky crimson with the blood of his enemies, rested plushy on the slightly indented seat. Ivory-colored, the throne was built with precise, interlocking pieces. Made from human bone. A haunting smirk twisted Yami's lips as he stroked a skull, chipped bone implanting in his hand. The corner of his mouth quirked upwards and he brought the injured palm to his lips, removing the fragment with his teeth. Cool, crimson liquid oozed from the cut and his tongue darted out. He grinned wickedly, lapping up the tangy, metallic drink. How good it was to be alive. A low chuckle escaped his throat. Well, as 'alive' as he could be. It turned to erratic screeches of ominous laughter.
The crimson fluid had slipped under the sleeve of his shirt, leaving a trail behind. He began to pull the sleeve up, following the trail until his lips captured the remaining drop. When he finished, his blood red eyes caught the line of scar tissue that ran from his wrist to his elbow. A growl tore from his throat; memories of the day that scar came to be implanting itself into his mind. Malevolently pulling the sleeve back down with a quick flick of his wrist, he began to think of the ones who had given him that mark.
Their names were Bakura and Malik, both against his ruling and all in his clan- whether they had been forced or joined willingly. They were both vampires themselves, those two, but even so they acted like slayers. Though not exactly kind to the humans either, they did attempt kill whoever was of Yami's clan. Rebels, as those of the living would say. They were in hiding; where, he didn't know.
"Cowards." Yami snarled.
He had another scar, one that ran along his chest. He didn't know the name of the one who had done it to him. He had needed to feed, and had forced himself on this one human with haunting blue eyes and chestnut hair. Yami couldn't forget those eyes, or that body. When he was partly finished feeding, the human had suddenly ran a stake, with a crucifix carved into it, across his chest. His guard had been down, so the stake had cut deeply. He had only remained 'alive' because the stake had not run across his heart. The blue-eyed human had dashed away as soon as he could, and Yami hadn't followed.
The vampire ran his tongue over his fangs in remembrance. The human's blood had been sweet, yet sour. Sweet with long lost innocence, sour with bitterness and hidden delight. Yami grinned toothily, fangs going past his bottom lip with the action. Memories…
A pale hand reached up to flatten against the glass of the windowpane. Narrowed sapphire eyes, slightly obscured by chestnut bangs, looked down to the crowded streets below. It was raining quite hard, water droplets sliding down the glass in miniature rivers.
His other hand was held close to his chest, clenched. Bloodied bandages were swathed from his palm, continuing until it was hidden under the sleeve of his white turtleneck sweater.
Sapphire eyes continued to look to the busy streets, and widened just a fraction as he noticed someone slip into the alleyway across from his apartment building. Seto realized he had been biting his lip subconsciously. He pursed his lips into a thin line as blood started to form. He didn't allow a single drop to slip into his mouth, nor let his tongue lap it away.
Taste me...
'No.'
Sooth your hunger...
Lap me up and drink the crimson drops...
'No.'
The darker part of his mind taunted him, wanting him to sooth this hunger, this NEED for blood. Seto hurriedly wiped off the blood with his hand, his heart beating rapidly.
'I wont become what I hate.'
Oh, but you already ARE... His hand, marred with the smeared blood, subconsciously went up to the junction between his neck and collarbone.
You gave them blood; you have become one of them already...
A piercing scream rang through the air, and people rushed to the alleyway where it had come from.
They would only see the victim; two puncture holes on his or her neck. The killer would just hide in the shadows, eyes picking out the next victim for the next time it feasts. Seto quickly shut the blinds, finding comfort in the darkness.
If you drink the blood, you won't hear the screams, won't have to deal with the NEED...
He forced himself not to lick the smeared blood of his hand, and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Did you hear that shriek? They say it was a vampire!" There were people walking in the corridor outside his door.
"Don't be silly! Vampires aren't real." A woman retorted.
How very wrong she is, nee Seto?
Taste me, taste me, lick me, bite me, lap me up, swallow me whole. Feed that NEED, no more hunger, taste me, taste me, taste me…
'NO!'
Calli: Beverly-sama left me with the end notes... All I gotta say is this.
REVIEW.
Pairings are undescided at the moment.