Seshafi: Ok, before you all start coming after me in an angry mob about how I never update any of my other stories, allow me and my yami to explain.
Yami Seshafi: We're been exceptionally busy. Volleyball, school, sending out collage applications, boys, all that jazz.
Seshafi: And, seeing as how we watched the entire Blade trinity today…
Yami Seshafi: We got the urge to write a vampire story.
Marik: STOP FINISHING EACH OTHER'S SENTENCES!
Seshafi: U-.- So, without further ado, I give you my latest story- Midnight Tears!
DON'TYOUDAREPRETENDYOUEVERFORGOTABOUTME
I should have brought a cloak. It's windy up here.
Yami Atemu sat perched on the top of the Kaiba Corp. tower. From the rooftop, he could see the entire city of Domino, as well as some neighboring cities far off. Just a natural gift of night vision and focus that came along with his power. But being immune to the cool breeze wasn't.
Yami's deep crimson eyes reflected the full moon shining above him. The wind blew once again, ruffling his tri-colored hair. Once again, Yami scolded himself for dressing so skimpy. It was becoming fall.
Instead of covering himself with a cloak, Yami was wearing a blank tank top. He had black leather pants and a matching pair of black boots with numerous buckles. Around his slim waist, the male had one regular, studded belt, a belt that sheathed numerous daggers, and one more belt that held a single katana. Yami's arms were adorned with several bracelets, all the same gold color. His upper arms also had gold cuffs. Completing his outfit was a black neck belt.
Black, feathery wings ruffled impatiently. Yami was waiting for the just the perfect breeze. He got impatient waiting on just one rooftop for too long. It was in his nature to move around quickly- it kept him from being seen and recognized. Yami knew that he had several hunters after him.
You see, Yami Atemu was a vampire.
The breeze came. Yami opened his black wings and caught the wind perfectly. He rode the cool night air up and away from the business tower. Yami swooped down, closer to the street. It wasn't busy now, seeing as how it was nearly midnight. The perfect hour to drink.
Yami's predatory eyes searched the windows of buildings as he soared down the road. He came to a halt as a small shop appeared in front of him. The sign read "Kame Game Shop" with a small turtle emblem underneath the words. Yami smiled, allowing his fangs grow past his bottom lip. He could sense a young boy in his teens and an older man in his seventies. This would be the perfect place.
Yami beat his wings rapidly. He lifted off the ground and rose to a second story window. What he saw surprised him.
Yami knew that being a vampire meant that he had no reflection. But whatever was staring back through the clear glass looked a hell of a lot like him. But with some minor changes. Yami knew that his eyes were crimson, not amethyst. And Yami also knew that his hair had more blonde in it. But there seemed to be no other differences to him and the boy looking back at him.
The boy blinked, obviously believing that he was seeing things. Yami took advantage of the momentary confusion and dipped his wings so that he dropped out of sight. Yami then steered himself away from the pavement and landed on the rooftop of the game shop.
Yami supposed that if his heart would still beat, it would be going at a frantic pace at the moment. Then Yami scolded himself for the second time that night. What was the matter with him? He once ruled Egypt, Ra dammit!
Yami shook himself both mentally and physically. He then focused his powers of the shadows to find the boy that was nearly his mirror image. The shadows found him and sent the vampire back a mental image of the youth.
The small boy was frantically searching the night sky. Yami supposed that he was looking for another glimpse of himself. Yami laughed to himself softly. Unless the boy opened up some window that led directly to the roof, there would be no chance of him seeing the vampire.
Which the young boy was doing precisely.
The amethyst eyed boy crossed the bedroom and opened up the skylight window and climbed up onto the roof. Just as he heaved himself up unto the shingles, Yami had lifted off the shop and was flying away into the night.
Unknown to him, the youth had seen his shape fly away.
ANDWHENTHELASTONEFALLSANDWHENITSALLSAIDANDDONEITGETSHARDBUTITWONTTAKEAWAYMYLOVE
Seshafi: Next chapter soon….
Yami Seshafi: This will be a weekend project type thing.
Seshafi: Unless we find more time during the week to write it.
Marik: YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN!!
Yami Seshafi: SHUT UP! knocks him out with a folding chair