Welcome to Hematolagnia! For those who don't understand the title, it will be explained within the story and in the end author's notes.
Title: Hematolagnia
Rating: M/Mature for Sexual Scenes, Swearing, Violence, Abuse (physical and mentions of sexual), occasionally OOC characters, and slight Gore. If you don't like any of these things I suggest leaving this story.
Pairing(s):
Main: Puzzleshipping
Side: Tendershipping, Bronzeshipping (I might add more later)
Final author's notes: Okay, warning! This is angst-y and will probably rarely have fluff in it. If you came here for some nice Puzzleshipping, this isn't the story for you! Don't say I didn't warn you! Also Bakura and Yami get along semi-well so I suppose you could say they're both somewhat OOC. More will be said at the end of the chapter!
Unknown Warehouse
7:30 AM
Domino City
"Yami, calm the fuck down."
Yami glared at his partner, but said nothing. He was worried because he didn't want to kidnap the boy he'd been instructed to snatch. Usually, he had no problem in doing so, since he didn't know the person he was taking, nor did he care for them.
But this one looked so...innocent.
He had wide, amethyst eyes that shone with innocence and joy. His head was tilted as his soft looking lips curled in a gentle smile. His hair resembled Yami's own, though it lacked the golden strands that was woven through his own maroon spikes. But it wasn't the resemblance to the boy that was deterring him from his job.
"He's just another victim." Bakura said nonchalantly, eying the picture Yami held in his shaking hands. "It isn't the end of the world. It's not like you're killing him or anything."
"But who knows what Marik will do to him!"
The white-haired criminal was silent for a moment. His partner was correct; Marik was far from being merciful and had a fetish for gore and violence. He'd never told his two 'employees' what he did to the people brought to him. He simply grinned and dragged them off to his room.
"I'm beginning to wonder if he rapes them." Yami whispered softly, eyes narrowing at the very mention of the worst act a person could ever commit on earth. "There's evidence that points to it."
"I wouldn't be surprised, considering he's obviously a fan of inflicting pain on others." Bakura responded, brown eyes touching the concrete beneath his feet. He sighed with annoyance and looked back up at Yami. "But you can't not do it."
Sighing, Yami nodded his head slowly, glancing at the picture one last time before tucking it into his pocket and turning around, his back to Bakura. He waited a little, wondering if he should say what was on his mind, but chose not to and continued on his way out.
His mind warned him he'd regret this.
If only he'd listened.
"See you tomorrow, Yugi!"
The boy's friends yelled in unison, waving their hands rapidly. The boy smiled and waved back, yelling his own goodbyes before turning on his heel and beginning his walk home. The boy he usually walked home with, Ryou, had stayed home from school due to sickness, so he was currently alone as his friends had decided to visit some arcade. He hadn't wanted to go, so he'd decided to just go straight home.
The sky was growing dark, though thankfully there was plenty of daylight left for Yugi to get home. He hated traveling in the dark. Once, he'd made that mistake and almost gotten assaulted and robbed. If it hadn't been for one of his friends saving him, he would've been hospitalized.
Still, fear began to grow in the back of his mind when the sun began setting faster than he'd anticipated.
"I'd better run..." Yugi said to himself, attempting to comfort himself with the sound of his own voice. Domino wasn't a city with that much crime, but lately, there'd been several reports of children being kidnapped.
The sun had finally set completely when Yugi arrived at his home, quickly pulling the key out of his pocket and opening it manually. He was surprised that his grandfather hadn't opened it, but the old man was probably asleep, so he let it slide.
He walked over to the light switch and flipped it upwards, expecting to be standing in a room filled with light afterwards.
But he wasn't.
Confused, Yugi continued to flip the switch, wondering if it was jammed. But before he could speak, a hand clamped over his mouth, and he felt warm lips touch his cold ear, which sent shivers up his spine.
"If you don't struggle, I won't have to hurt you." The deep, unintentionally seductive male voice spoke quietly. Yugi stiffened when he felt something cold touch the back of his neck, knowing it wasn't a part of the human body. "Believe me, I don't want to, but I will if it's required of me."
Not daring to swallow, Yugi mumbled a 'yes' as quietly as he could. The stranger removed the knife from his neck and placed it back in his pocket, seemingly thankful the boy hadn't put up a fight.
"Sorry." The voice sighed with reluctance. And before Yugi could ask why the man behind him was apologizing, he felt a heavy object connect with the back of his head before losing consciousness.
"Wake up." A commanding voice instructed solemnly, seemingly directing his voice towards Yugi, who groaned a little and slowly opened his eyes in confusion, wondering where he was.
He started.
He'd been kidnapped from his own home!
"Who-who are you?!" The boy demanded, inching away from his alleged kidnapper. He only knew it was the one who'd taken him because he had the same deep, masculine voice.
"You may call me Yami." The young man answered, offering a sad smile. "Though I don't think it'll matter. I probably won't get to see much of you, anyway."
"W-what do you want with me?" Yugi asked bravely, trying to keep his composure. It helped that 'Yami' wasn't wielding a knife or a gun, and that he didn't look as if he'd do Yugi any harm unless it was warranted.
"I don't want anything with you, really." Yami replied with a tinge of coldness. He regretted speaking to Yugi in such a way, he had no choice but to brush Yugi off. If he didn't, he'd get into trouble. "My employer does."
Guessing Yugi's next question of 'what does he want with me then?', he added, "I don't know. I'd steel myself if I were you, though. He isn't exactly kind or gentle."
Well that's comforting... Yugi thought, inwardly sighing. So far, things weren't that bad. His current captor was treating like a human being and wasn't torturing him at the moment.
But what would his boss do? Yugi didn't want to know, judging by how badly the man was spoken of.
"C-can I a-ask you o-one more question?" The youth asked timidly, bowing his head in defeat. He wasn't feeling defiant or brave; on the contrary. He felt weak and helpless. He had a pretty good guess of who this man's boss was.
"I guess so."
Trying not to cringe at the sarcastic cold tone Yami used, Yugi quickly asked: "Is your boss... Mariku?" He shuddered at the very word and squeezed his eyes shut, wondering if he was going to get hit for asking such a bold question.
But, too his surprise, Yami actually replied.
"Yes. I'd thought you'd ask that." He smiled, thought faint, he still managed to look amused. "Though I'm still somewhat impressed. I didn't think a boy your age would watch the news."
"Y-you're not much older than I am." Yugi countered, feeling brave for the time being. Since the older male had stated earlier that he wouldn't hurt Yugi unless thoroughly provoked, he figured he might as well speak his mind.
Yami's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything for the time being. After contemplating a bit, he finally spoke.
"Do you have any friends?"
The question was odd, but Yugi saw no harm in answering it. "Yes...a few. Why?"
Yami sighed, voice heavy with reluctance and...worry?
"I'm afraid they might end up sharing the same fate as yourself. Well, at least one of them."
"Why does he do this?" Yugi asked softly, with an almost pleading tone. The boy looked so pitful, Yami had to look away in guilt. He couldn't bear to see the boy like this. He was far too innocent to look so pained. "Why...?"
"He watched his mother and father get brutally murdered." Yami replied sadly, as if remembering the times when his boss hadn't been this way. "And ever since then, he's become addicted to blood. The term for it is Hematolagnia, I believe."
Yugi fell silent. A man who seemingly enjoyed his mother and father getting brutally murdered certainly wasn't going to show any mercy to him whatsoever. Tears began to fill his dark pink eyes as the realization that he was most likely going to get raped washed over him suddenly.
"I'm sorry... Yugi." Yami whispered quietly, looking at the quivering boy one last time before exiting the room, head bowed in shame.
How could he live with himself, knowing he was a large part of the reason Yugi was about to face a fate worse than death?
Alright, let me explain some of the things you guys might be confused about or would like to know. Bold italics are the questions and bold = the answers.
By Marik, do you mean the yami or the hikari?
I mean the yami. I refer to the hikari as Malik. So, Marik will basically be the 'villain' for this fic. And yes Malik will be in this fic; there's Bronzeshipping, so he's gotta be in it, right?
What the hell does Hematolagnia mean?
As Yami explained, it's a fetish for blood, hence the title of the story. Usually it refers to the want of blood during sexual intercourse (in other words, sex), though it can also describe someone who just loves gore. Creepy, right? o.o
This makes no sense whatsoever. Grow a brain you idiot!
If it doesn't make sense, it's because it isn't supposed too right now. This is basically an introduction. Also, I already have a brain. A very fine one, thank you very much.
Alrighty then! That should be it. Don't complain too much about how much this sucks because this isn't technically the first chapter, it's just explaining how Yugi got kidnapped and why Marik is so effing psycho. ^w^ Review, but be nice! English isn't my first language, Japanese is, so I'm not the best writer.
Bye~!
