AN : Just an idea in my head. Don't like it don't look. Otherwise, let me know what you think and send any requests if you want.

Rain dropped slowly and softly against the window.
Sighing, he slid down from the windowsill, cursing the miserable weather. He looked around in hope there would be something to grab his attention. Releasing yet another sigh, he sat and flicked through the card deck that he knew by heart now, every now and then stopping to admire one of his favourites.
Placing them down, he began pacing the house, knowing he'd find nothing but more solitude and futility. Ever since his father had died, he'd lost his zest for life. Before, he could be the life and soul of the party within 5 minutes of arriving. Friends with everyone and enemy of none, he knew you could get byperfectly well without hurting anybody. So why had this happened to him? What had he done wrong?
Venting his frustrations on a door through his foot, the male sank back down and ran his fingers through his hair.
It was rather strange hair. The way it had seven points AN:last time I looked anyway, golden bangs striking through each one like lightning.
The strange border of colour around the edges, black melding into red flawlessly. His hand proceeded to fiddle with the chain around his neck. It was white gold, and had small footprints engraved on the back. It had been a gift from his father; proof of the bond they once had.

Yami had heard no end of times how much he looked like his father. The way his bangs fell down his face, the way his eyes could piercingly stare anybody down; noone lied to Yami as they knew it was futile - he would see straight through it. His father had said how much he respected him for coming out as gay, only a week before his death. Yami was angry on two counts - one, that he'd waited to tell him, and two, that his father had been taken away from him.
Indeed, his father had joked about bringing men back to the house for him. Anyone else saying it would have offended him, but the joke in his voice, and the smile his father always wore made sure Yami didn't threaten to beat his father with a wooden spoon.

Yami also wore a ring, on his right index finger. It was engraved with a sword surrounded by flames. Everyone asked if it was something to do with Flame Swordsman. Yami always answered with a simple no, and said he just liked the pattern. This wasn't true - his father had got it as a gift for him, saying it was to remind him to keep the fire in his heart always. Yami wore it as reverance. He blamed himself for his fathers death.

Shaking tears from his eyes, he sank back into his seat, wishing it would consume him altogether. It was then something changed. "Yami..." His head jerked up, sure he had heard a whisper. His eyes returned to his knees, trying to convince himself it was just the wind. Yes, the wind. He stood up, directing his steps to the kitchen. His hand subconsciously traced the engravement on his ring, stopping only to pick up a glass. Standing at the sink as the tap filled his glass, he heard it again. "Yami..." It was louder this time. Someone wanted him to know they were watching him. Deciding it could wait 10 seconds, he downed his water.

"Shit!" He cursed, having cut his hand on the glass he'd just dropped. He'd felt a hand run across the small of his back. It hadn't so much touched, rather ghosted across his back. It was enough to make him drop the glass, and feel a shiver run down his spine. Turning, his eyes scanned the room. Nothing. Was he losing his mind? Shaking his head,
he turned to run his cut under the tap. "Keep shaking your head like that and it'll rattle your brain." The whisper was louder this time, now a low voice. A voice that stirred something in Yami's mind. He knew that voice.

He sensed something behind him, out in the hallway. Slowly edging toward it, and unsure whether his eyes were playing tricks on him, he saw the faintest silhouette in the shadows cast on the wall. "Who's there?" Yami asked, not really expecting an answer. He was therefore surprised to hear a very husky voice saying almost inaudibly "Now then it wouldn't be a surprise would it?" Before his eyes could even adjust to the darkness, the shadow had crossed over and pressed himself against Yami. He felt warm breath on his neck; in spite of himself he felt tingles run down his body. "Now Yami, are you ready for your surprise?" As the mouth edged closer, Yami closed his eyes.
He felt lips press to his neck, gently tracing kisses up and down his jugular vein. A small bite from the shadow made Yami notice his two fang teeth were abnormally sharp. His eyes flew open. He knew who the shadow was.

I'm aware it's a lame ending to the first chapter, but still. Reviews would be good!