Ketsuen' is the japanese equivalent of Blood ties
A/N : Hi folks ! Yeah yeah I know, another vampire fic... Like there aren't enough already... But I couldn't help it, when I get an idea I just can't stop myself from writing it down! Oh boy... Now I'm working on 7 fics at the time ! Please be patient with me people, I'm trying hard to update everything ! I also got homeworks to do sometimes so...
Raiu : Stop begging and start introducing your stupid fic.
Alright alright, I'm getting to it ! Sheesh... And my fic is not stupid !
Raiu : Yes it is now get started.
Why you...!
Akari : Cherry-chan, the fic...
Hum yeah (gives one last glare to Raiu), thank you Akari. So, here it goes :
Disclaimer : No I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its official characters. Life is mean that way...
Warnings : There will be YAOI, meaning maleXmale relationship. Don't like, don't read. Flames will be completely ignored.
Also this is a AU fic, so don't be surprised if there's some OOCness. You've been warned. Finally, there "may" be some gross descriptions, I'm still not sure... But I'm telling you just in case... And after all, it's up to your own judgement. Once again, flames will be ignored. What do you think I've placed warnings for ?
Pairings : Seto/Yami, maybe some others... We'll see...
o Note : I'll be using the japanese names of Yu-Gi-Oh, Ok ? o
Well I think that's about it. Now let's go on with the fic !
.: Ketsuen' :.
by cherry fantasy
Prologue
He shall be born on a cold, moonless night
Among the shadows, dismissing the light
By all means, his lineage shall be royal
And his blood red eyes the deepest of all...
Romania, year 1006 A.-C.
The village was in flames. High and threatening, they were illuminating the night with their red glow, warming the cold winter air.
Peasants, men, women and children, were running around in a frenzy, screaming and totally terrified. Dark figures were pursuing them, some on foot and some others riding horses. They had humanoid forms, but they couldn't be humans. They were monsters. Bloodthirsty monsters. The most dangerous creatures wandering the world...
It was a moonless night, and the sky was jet black. Not even the stars were visible because of the smoke the growing fire was creating.
In the small village, the white snow had melted under the heat of the flames. A young woman tripped while running and fell harshly on the ground. Immediately, one of the dark figures was on her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her brutally on her feet. She screamed. A clawed hand grabbed her neck and then a voice, the most frightening voice she had ever heard, spoke with a sickening soft tone :
"It must be my lucky night... Young maidens like you are my favorite meal..."
Trembling wildly, she slowly turned her head to look at her attacker... and gasped in horror. The thing before her looked like a tall man with long brown hair, but she was sure it couldn't be one ; he was as pale as a ghost, his eyes were glowing gold and he had long sharp fangs coming out of his mouth...
"A demon... you're a demon..." she said with a trembling voice, her eyes wide.
"A demon ?" the thing sniggered. "Well, why not ? But now the demon has to eat..."
And with that, so fast that the woman didn't even have time to take a last breath, the man-look-alike lowered his head to his prey's collarbone and bit... His long fangs pierced the tender skin and he started sucking the warm blood out of his victim. Around them, the village was still burning, and other peasants were suffering the same fate as the young woman, being cornered or caught by those merciless creatures of the night. No one was spared, not even the young children. Everyone was sucked dry, some more cruelly than others, getting savagely beaten or raped, sometimes both, before their attackers finally bit them to drink their blood to the last drop.
The scents of blood and death quickly mixed up with those of ashes and smoke. Not even twenty minutes after the start of the attack, the village was no more, burned to a cinder, and no one was left alive. It was a total carnage.
The creatures assembled in the center of the village's remains. One of them approached another who mounted a black horse and asked :
"What now, my Lord ?"
The figure on the horse gazed down ; he too looked like a man. In fact they all looked like men, although it was obviously not what they were. The one who'd just been called a Lord (which he was), was tall and lean, with long jet black hair cascading down his back. He also had piercing blue eyes, a blue so pale that it almost seemed colourless, and he was wearing rich refined clothes showing his wealth.
He raised a dark eyebrow and answered the question with a unsettling silky voice :
"We return to the castle at once, of course. You know that we all have to be there, tonight of all nights"
While saying that, he carelessly glanced at the sky, which was still moonless. The others followed his gaze and growled ; they knew what would happen tonight, all the signs were there just as predicted. Their excitement grew and they turned back to their Lord.
"Let us go" the Lord ordered. "We must not be late"
He kicked his horse's sides and the proud animal broke into an incredibly fast gallop. The others followed right behind, even those who were on foot, the quick pace not bothering them at all. They almost seemed to fly, their feet, just like the horses' hooves, barely touching the ground.
Soon they neared a huge and beautiful castle made of grey stone, graceful but somehow menacing... The creatures didn't seem to care. They crossed the drawbridge and passed the gate, and finally they halted before two large wooden doors. Leaving the horses with a servant who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, they swiftly headed for the doors, the Lord walking in front.
The doors seemed to open by themselves to let them in, then they closed just as strangely, with no one touching them. Immediately, another servant appeared and bowed to the Lord before exclaiming excitedly :
"My Lord ! It has happened !"
"And ?" the Lord asked calmly, barely restraining his own euphoria.
"We were right master ! It is a boy ! His eyes are as red as blood !"
The Lord smirked while a collective cry of joy erupted in the room. So it had happened... The Prophecy was true.
"I want to see him" the Lord said coldly.
The servant obediently nodded and moved to the large staircase that led to the second floor of the castle. The Lord followed him while the others were left to wait in the large hallway, their excitement almost palpable in the air.
After a short while the Lord and his servant reached a door. Behind it was the Lord's bedroom, that he shared with his wife. Strangely, although it was tradition, the Lord had only one wife instead of five. He was more than content with his present one, especially tonight...
He entered the room, the servant staying behind. He walked toward the bed ; a woman was lying on it, holding something in her arms, and another woman sat on the edge of the mattress. The latter rose when she saw him and bowed respectfully. She had long black hair and eyes just as black. She quickly moved aside when he came to sit on the bed, observing the other woman lying on it.
It was his wife. She was almost too beautiful for words ; her skin was pale and smooth, perfect in every way. She was thin and had alluring curves ; her golden blond hair was long and her eyes were a deep and mesmerizing lavender. In her arms, she held the child he had come to see. He lowered his head and gazed at his son...
How something so small could give off such a powerful aura, he didn't know. But it was true : dark magic was practically radiating from this child. The boy's appearance was odd, but strangely it suited him perfectly. It was an exotic kind of beauty, the most irresistible the Lord had ever seen : short but already spiky hair crowned the baby's head. Black locks tipped with red were mixing with blond strands, while some gold bangs were framing the perfect little face. Then, his son opened his eyes and he was met with two wine coloured orbs. It was totally striking, this red shade that reminded him of the richest blood. Striking and beautiful. This was definitely the child from the Prophecy.
"How shall we name him ?" came the soft voice of his wife.
"Hmmm..." the Lord reflected. "He was born in the darkest night, and darkness shall be his world. Darkness is what he represents, what we revere, and what he will someday bring to us. So, by all means, darkness shall be his name"
And with that said, the Lord cautiously took the child from his wife and walked out of the room. He had to show the chosen one to the others.
A/N : So, what do you think so far ? Good or bad ? Please review and tell me !
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Raiu : (sighs) You're both hopeless...