Note: This is *kinda* a cross-over but all I really did was set this story
in the world that my vampire novel took place. All characters from Yu-Gi-
Oh, which I do not own, are presented with their name, whether it be their
Japanese, English, or first/last name. Such as "Lord Rentaki" does not
represent anyone in Yu-Gi-Oh. If there is any confusion to my knowledge,
I'll post footnotes at the end of each section. Also, this story is to be
read alone from my novel, even if it does contain many of my original
characters. So with saying that, if a character is not from Yu-Gi-Oh, then
they are copyright DJ Moves 1999-2003. Please enjoy and read with an open-
mind. Swearing, sex, incest, vampires, blood, royal abuse, and concubines
are presented in this fic. Think of it this way: If it was found in
history before the Industrial Revolution, it may very well be in this fic.
Also, this takes place in a secluded island that has had no out-side
contact from other lands. But oh well, enough spoilers to my fic! Damn,
this is a MAJOR spoiler to my novel. Oh well. Please read and tell me
what you think!
Ryou, a small slender boy of about 15 years, leaned into his reflection of the cool, clear lake on a bright afternoon day. He laughed when his face became distorted. Suddenly, he felt a hand grab him by the mouth and an arm snake around his stomach, pulling him against another body. "What a pretty little girl," the voice whispered into his ears.
Ryou bit down on the hand hard, but he received a less than desired effect. The hand lifted a bit, but the whisper in his ear became a low laugh. "How cute." Ryou shivered as a tongue went over his neck. "Mmmm...you'd make a nice vampire," the voice whispered, a tinge of humor in it.
"Let go of me!" Ryou screeched and it was then the offending voice noticed that it was in fact a boy in his arms. He wasn't prepared with the elbow in his ribs, either.
Ryou struggled out of his attacker's arms and came face to face with a very dark skinned blond. His wide purple eyes studied the white-haired boy carefully. "Who are you?" Ryou demanded, pulling his nearly see-through blue robe closer around him.
"Who are you?" the blond continued to whisper as if he was scared to be heard.
"I am Ryou! Concubine of Lord Rentaki!" he said in an irritated yet proud voice.
"Concubine?" the blond mused and remember that many young boys felt proud to be chosen by a nobleman. "I am Marik," he finally answered Ryou and was surprised. It was rare he ever told anyone his real name. He was going to leave the...foolish...boy there until a hand grabbed him by the upper arm, stopping him. He whirled around. "Who do you think you are?"
"What are you?" the pretty boy stared up at him.
Marik reached back and slapped the boy but he barely blinked and continued to stare as if he was used to being hit. "You bother me," Marik began walking again and yet he was grabbed at again. "What do you want?" he asked, raising his voice a bit.
"Please tell me what you are. I have never seen more hypnotic eyes in my life." The boy continued to stare much to Marik's irritation.
He grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him close until he could feel the boy's warm breath on his chest through his tattered shirt. Making sure he had the boy firmly in his grip, he leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I am a vampire," just as he bit into the pale neck of his latest victim.
~~~
Kaiba sighed, chasing after the young prince. "Yugi, we have to get you ready."
Yugi giggled and peeked from behind the throne. "Why? *I'm* not a king."
"Your father is. And he expects you at dinner. Don't you ever want to grow up and eat with the elders?"
"No, but YOU do." Yugi made a mad dash across the room, but Kaiba caught him.
"Aha, I got you," he said, attempting to hold the squirming boy.
"No fair, you're an elf!"
"Yes I am," he said dryly. "But here I am, acting like a nursemaid to a very spoiled young boy." Kaiba said all this with a smile, though. He had to have humor. If he didn't, he'd cry.
"What is going on here?" came the irritated voice of the imperial heir.
"Yami," Kaiba said, bending to one knee, still holding Yugi.
Yugi stopped moving and peered up at his older brother. "I don't want to eat with you and father. I want to eat in the kitchen with Kaiba and the other servants!"
Yami shook his head. Only his father and brother dared to talk to him like that. "Pitiful boy. The more you are around those damnable elves, the more you will act like them."
Kaiba hid his face from Yami behind Yugi's floppy multi-colored hair.
"So? Elves are smart and fast and have better senses than us!"
"If they're so much better, why do they fight among themselves? Black verses white; the grey are rejected as half-breeds. Honestly. Humans know better than to worry over the color of skin! You'll only learn competition from those degusting creatures! You have better--"
"If they're so disgusting, then why do you sleep with them?!" Yugi burst out, then instantly regretted it. He covered his mouth as if to prevent anything more from coming out.
Yami's eyes shot to look at the elf. He grabbed him by the wrist and threw him against the wall. "Eleven words to his insult. ELEVEN WORDS! Eleven lashes for you!" He pulled out a whip and cracked it over Kaiba's back.
Kaiba's eyes widened but he stayed silent through it all.
As Yami began to wind up the cord, he regarded the hunched-over servant. "Clean him up," he spoke harshly, grabbing him by his hair. "Clean yourself up. Father is taking us to buy slaves and we can't have *him* running around unwatched." He dropped the elf and walked out.
Yugi rushed to Kaiba, wanting to help, but afraid to touch him. "K- Kaiba..."
Kaiba bit his painted lip, drawing blood to match while he fought back sobs. "N-no..." he trembled and brought Yugi in his arms, caressing the innocent boy's tanned face. "D-don't *ever* defend my people again. We are dirt, Yugi. Nothing but dirt."
"But you serve a purpose!" Yugi argued. He had learned to state facts when arguing a point, forgetting to be kinder to his friend.
"Even dirt has a purpose. It supports the plants to grow. That's all we are. We hold you up. Don't listen to the others, claiming to be grand. We never were. We were livers of the land. That's it." Kaiba leaned his forehead against Yugi's, his eyes closed. "You father granted us citizenship. But at a cost. Always a cost," he whispered. His warm breath tickled his face pleasantly, but Yugi felt like crying.
"We are to look pretty to them. Pretty and empty. And petty. That's all we ever were. Don't let those drelf* women fool you."
*Drelf--derogatory word for black elf that's almost equivalent to "white- trash" in today's insults. On the other hand, palf is a derogatory term for white elves that in equivalent to the n-word in our social structure. Little bit of background history. White elves and black elves are exactly as they sound only the black elves were considered better and treated the white elves with disgrace, constantly running organized looting, rapping, and killing on their village. When the elves were freed from slavery, the white elves rushed for the chance to be saved from that while the black elves continued on their forest-dwelling lifestyle, only a few rising up to positions in the "human" world, the rest wanting nothing to do with it. Kaiba is a white elf. Because of their eagerness, they emerged as seemingly brain-less and inferior creatures, most serving the purpose of non-physical slaves, though legally having to be paid a very small sum of money.
~~~
Ryou screamed, beginning to cry. "Stop! What are you doing?"
Marik jumped back from the boy. He hated the taste. Hated it and yet loved it. Needed it. His hands closed into fists as he mentally made the deliberation of the boy's future. Finally, he walked behind Ryou and folded the boy in his arms and leaned in close. He heaved his shoulders as if he was crying or laughing, but not a sound came out. "Quiet," he finally whispered, pulling the boy back into a deadly embrace.
Ryou began to feel faint. He grabbed Marik's shirt, stumbling against him. Marik held him up as he continued to feed on the boy's blood. Marik only tasted death. But he continued to drink, for it meant life to him. When he was human--when he was alive--he couldn't come within sight of meat--raw or cooked. He couldn't stand the sight, the smell, the taste, the touch, the thought. And yet, here he was, lapping and sucking up the blood of an innocent boy.
Without Master's permission.
His eyes widened. A single word spilled from his lips along with blood. "Master..."
He picked up the dying boy and slung him over his shoulder, carrying him easily in a fast trot.
~~~
Kaitio glanced at his sons and the elf. "Are we ready to go then? Splendid."
Yami walked with his father evenly, like an equal. They practically were. Yami was on the royal court and would someday take over his father's kingdom.
Yugi walked quietly, for once, holding Kaiba's hand as he followed the two men several steps behind. When they reached the town, though, he began walking a bit faster, wanting to see everything.
After receiving several glares from Yami, Kaiba picked up Yugi to prevent him from running into Yami's legs anymore. "Hush child," Kaiba whispered in his ear.
"Games! Toys! Puzzles! Come and see!" a man yelled.
Yugi gasped, hiding his face in Kaiba's shoulder. Kaiba began to soothe him, peering questionably at the games the man offered.
"Stupid elf," he heard and Yami knocked into him and pushed past. He picked up a small wooden puzzle and began tossing it back and forth between his hands. "What are these contraptions for?"
"Amusement," a younger man stood up and joined the older man. From a simple glance, Kaiba could figure they were father and son. His painted eyes widened, glancing between Yami, Yugi, and the venders. Even Yami stopped his taunting. The resemblance was strong.
"Shiai*," Kaitio said oddly. He studied the man and his father. "How is business?"
"Father, who is this?" Yami asked, glaring at the man. Shiai looked down.
"A friend of your mother. Shiai and Solomon Mouto," he greeted them quite friendly. He took Shiai's hand and gave it a firm handshake, bowing a bit as if he was a longtime friend. "Have you anything to amuse my Yugi?"
Yugi looked up. "What's a game?" he asked softly.
Shiai smiled. "Amusement from an object. Your elf friend should know many of these games. Do you?" He lifted his hand for a handshake.
"Several," Kaiba whispered, looking down.
Shiai dropped his hand, surprised by the elf's humbleness. "Then pick something for you two to play."
Kaiba looked over several different tokens and boxes. He finally selected a beautifully carved wooden box and several smoothed pebbles. Balancing Yugi and the objects in his hands, he pulled out a few meager coins.
"Keep your money. It is my gift."
Yugi smiled at the two men but his eyes looked troubled. "Thank you," he said softly.
"Come, we must go," Kaitio motioned the princes along.
Yugi continued to look back at the shop until he couldn't see them anymore. He turned to Kaiba. "Who are they?"
"Ask me again when you're older," Kaiba said, keeping his eyes on the ground.
*Shiai--competition, match. My favorite Japanese name. I usually use it for Seto's real last name, but I used it for Solomon Mouto's sons name. *Is staying quiet.*
~~~
Marik walked into camp, his eyes to the ground. He displayed the dying boy before his master. Without saying anything, he waited for his punishment.
"What's this?" a half-crazed, half-contemplating voice asked him from the shadows.
"I fed without permission, Master. A thousand apologizes. I promise I will never--"
"A present for me?" the voice turned nearly entirely crazed and leapt from the shadows. "How thoughtful."
Marik fell to his knees in front of the taller, more built man. "Master, I- -"
"Go to Bakura. I am done with him for now. I will turn this little...boy...into a chylde*. My pet. My pretty, pretty pet." The man swept the boy up and took him off into another direction.
Marik waited to be sure he was gone and hurried to his pale white-haired lover. He placed kisses on the boy's face, easing bruises and awakening him. "Here," he said, ripping into his wrist with his teeth. He held the small meal out to Bakura.
Bakura groaned and pushed Marik away. Marik waited for Bakura to say something. When he stayed silent, Marik heaved a rare sigh* and reached for Bakura's hand. He smacked him away. "You tried to bring in another lover? You promised. You PROMISED. Only Master. Only Master and me."
"You made the promise, too," Marik said softly, unable to defend himself.
Bakura whirled around, smacking Marik hard, knocking him out. "I've been his chylde longer!" He got on his knees next to Marik limp body, grabbing him by the shirt. The shirt finally shredded completely, leaving Marik passed-out on the ground, his chest fully exposed. Bakura stopped dead in his rage, feeling sympathy for his lover. He began tracing over the scars on his lover's body with his finger and lying down, his head on his chest.
*okay, sum it up...chylde--basically the term used for a vampire's concubine/servants that they have personally turned into the undead. And the whole "rare sigh" means basically, they don't breathe because it's not worth it. Doesn't do anything for them. Master basically is Yami Marik/Malik.
~~~
Ryou, a small slender boy of about 15 years, leaned into his reflection of the cool, clear lake on a bright afternoon day. He laughed when his face became distorted. Suddenly, he felt a hand grab him by the mouth and an arm snake around his stomach, pulling him against another body. "What a pretty little girl," the voice whispered into his ears.
Ryou bit down on the hand hard, but he received a less than desired effect. The hand lifted a bit, but the whisper in his ear became a low laugh. "How cute." Ryou shivered as a tongue went over his neck. "Mmmm...you'd make a nice vampire," the voice whispered, a tinge of humor in it.
"Let go of me!" Ryou screeched and it was then the offending voice noticed that it was in fact a boy in his arms. He wasn't prepared with the elbow in his ribs, either.
Ryou struggled out of his attacker's arms and came face to face with a very dark skinned blond. His wide purple eyes studied the white-haired boy carefully. "Who are you?" Ryou demanded, pulling his nearly see-through blue robe closer around him.
"Who are you?" the blond continued to whisper as if he was scared to be heard.
"I am Ryou! Concubine of Lord Rentaki!" he said in an irritated yet proud voice.
"Concubine?" the blond mused and remember that many young boys felt proud to be chosen by a nobleman. "I am Marik," he finally answered Ryou and was surprised. It was rare he ever told anyone his real name. He was going to leave the...foolish...boy there until a hand grabbed him by the upper arm, stopping him. He whirled around. "Who do you think you are?"
"What are you?" the pretty boy stared up at him.
Marik reached back and slapped the boy but he barely blinked and continued to stare as if he was used to being hit. "You bother me," Marik began walking again and yet he was grabbed at again. "What do you want?" he asked, raising his voice a bit.
"Please tell me what you are. I have never seen more hypnotic eyes in my life." The boy continued to stare much to Marik's irritation.
He grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him close until he could feel the boy's warm breath on his chest through his tattered shirt. Making sure he had the boy firmly in his grip, he leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I am a vampire," just as he bit into the pale neck of his latest victim.
~~~
Kaiba sighed, chasing after the young prince. "Yugi, we have to get you ready."
Yugi giggled and peeked from behind the throne. "Why? *I'm* not a king."
"Your father is. And he expects you at dinner. Don't you ever want to grow up and eat with the elders?"
"No, but YOU do." Yugi made a mad dash across the room, but Kaiba caught him.
"Aha, I got you," he said, attempting to hold the squirming boy.
"No fair, you're an elf!"
"Yes I am," he said dryly. "But here I am, acting like a nursemaid to a very spoiled young boy." Kaiba said all this with a smile, though. He had to have humor. If he didn't, he'd cry.
"What is going on here?" came the irritated voice of the imperial heir.
"Yami," Kaiba said, bending to one knee, still holding Yugi.
Yugi stopped moving and peered up at his older brother. "I don't want to eat with you and father. I want to eat in the kitchen with Kaiba and the other servants!"
Yami shook his head. Only his father and brother dared to talk to him like that. "Pitiful boy. The more you are around those damnable elves, the more you will act like them."
Kaiba hid his face from Yami behind Yugi's floppy multi-colored hair.
"So? Elves are smart and fast and have better senses than us!"
"If they're so much better, why do they fight among themselves? Black verses white; the grey are rejected as half-breeds. Honestly. Humans know better than to worry over the color of skin! You'll only learn competition from those degusting creatures! You have better--"
"If they're so disgusting, then why do you sleep with them?!" Yugi burst out, then instantly regretted it. He covered his mouth as if to prevent anything more from coming out.
Yami's eyes shot to look at the elf. He grabbed him by the wrist and threw him against the wall. "Eleven words to his insult. ELEVEN WORDS! Eleven lashes for you!" He pulled out a whip and cracked it over Kaiba's back.
Kaiba's eyes widened but he stayed silent through it all.
As Yami began to wind up the cord, he regarded the hunched-over servant. "Clean him up," he spoke harshly, grabbing him by his hair. "Clean yourself up. Father is taking us to buy slaves and we can't have *him* running around unwatched." He dropped the elf and walked out.
Yugi rushed to Kaiba, wanting to help, but afraid to touch him. "K- Kaiba..."
Kaiba bit his painted lip, drawing blood to match while he fought back sobs. "N-no..." he trembled and brought Yugi in his arms, caressing the innocent boy's tanned face. "D-don't *ever* defend my people again. We are dirt, Yugi. Nothing but dirt."
"But you serve a purpose!" Yugi argued. He had learned to state facts when arguing a point, forgetting to be kinder to his friend.
"Even dirt has a purpose. It supports the plants to grow. That's all we are. We hold you up. Don't listen to the others, claiming to be grand. We never were. We were livers of the land. That's it." Kaiba leaned his forehead against Yugi's, his eyes closed. "You father granted us citizenship. But at a cost. Always a cost," he whispered. His warm breath tickled his face pleasantly, but Yugi felt like crying.
"We are to look pretty to them. Pretty and empty. And petty. That's all we ever were. Don't let those drelf* women fool you."
*Drelf--derogatory word for black elf that's almost equivalent to "white- trash" in today's insults. On the other hand, palf is a derogatory term for white elves that in equivalent to the n-word in our social structure. Little bit of background history. White elves and black elves are exactly as they sound only the black elves were considered better and treated the white elves with disgrace, constantly running organized looting, rapping, and killing on their village. When the elves were freed from slavery, the white elves rushed for the chance to be saved from that while the black elves continued on their forest-dwelling lifestyle, only a few rising up to positions in the "human" world, the rest wanting nothing to do with it. Kaiba is a white elf. Because of their eagerness, they emerged as seemingly brain-less and inferior creatures, most serving the purpose of non-physical slaves, though legally having to be paid a very small sum of money.
~~~
Ryou screamed, beginning to cry. "Stop! What are you doing?"
Marik jumped back from the boy. He hated the taste. Hated it and yet loved it. Needed it. His hands closed into fists as he mentally made the deliberation of the boy's future. Finally, he walked behind Ryou and folded the boy in his arms and leaned in close. He heaved his shoulders as if he was crying or laughing, but not a sound came out. "Quiet," he finally whispered, pulling the boy back into a deadly embrace.
Ryou began to feel faint. He grabbed Marik's shirt, stumbling against him. Marik held him up as he continued to feed on the boy's blood. Marik only tasted death. But he continued to drink, for it meant life to him. When he was human--when he was alive--he couldn't come within sight of meat--raw or cooked. He couldn't stand the sight, the smell, the taste, the touch, the thought. And yet, here he was, lapping and sucking up the blood of an innocent boy.
Without Master's permission.
His eyes widened. A single word spilled from his lips along with blood. "Master..."
He picked up the dying boy and slung him over his shoulder, carrying him easily in a fast trot.
~~~
Kaitio glanced at his sons and the elf. "Are we ready to go then? Splendid."
Yami walked with his father evenly, like an equal. They practically were. Yami was on the royal court and would someday take over his father's kingdom.
Yugi walked quietly, for once, holding Kaiba's hand as he followed the two men several steps behind. When they reached the town, though, he began walking a bit faster, wanting to see everything.
After receiving several glares from Yami, Kaiba picked up Yugi to prevent him from running into Yami's legs anymore. "Hush child," Kaiba whispered in his ear.
"Games! Toys! Puzzles! Come and see!" a man yelled.
Yugi gasped, hiding his face in Kaiba's shoulder. Kaiba began to soothe him, peering questionably at the games the man offered.
"Stupid elf," he heard and Yami knocked into him and pushed past. He picked up a small wooden puzzle and began tossing it back and forth between his hands. "What are these contraptions for?"
"Amusement," a younger man stood up and joined the older man. From a simple glance, Kaiba could figure they were father and son. His painted eyes widened, glancing between Yami, Yugi, and the venders. Even Yami stopped his taunting. The resemblance was strong.
"Shiai*," Kaitio said oddly. He studied the man and his father. "How is business?"
"Father, who is this?" Yami asked, glaring at the man. Shiai looked down.
"A friend of your mother. Shiai and Solomon Mouto," he greeted them quite friendly. He took Shiai's hand and gave it a firm handshake, bowing a bit as if he was a longtime friend. "Have you anything to amuse my Yugi?"
Yugi looked up. "What's a game?" he asked softly.
Shiai smiled. "Amusement from an object. Your elf friend should know many of these games. Do you?" He lifted his hand for a handshake.
"Several," Kaiba whispered, looking down.
Shiai dropped his hand, surprised by the elf's humbleness. "Then pick something for you two to play."
Kaiba looked over several different tokens and boxes. He finally selected a beautifully carved wooden box and several smoothed pebbles. Balancing Yugi and the objects in his hands, he pulled out a few meager coins.
"Keep your money. It is my gift."
Yugi smiled at the two men but his eyes looked troubled. "Thank you," he said softly.
"Come, we must go," Kaitio motioned the princes along.
Yugi continued to look back at the shop until he couldn't see them anymore. He turned to Kaiba. "Who are they?"
"Ask me again when you're older," Kaiba said, keeping his eyes on the ground.
*Shiai--competition, match. My favorite Japanese name. I usually use it for Seto's real last name, but I used it for Solomon Mouto's sons name. *Is staying quiet.*
~~~
Marik walked into camp, his eyes to the ground. He displayed the dying boy before his master. Without saying anything, he waited for his punishment.
"What's this?" a half-crazed, half-contemplating voice asked him from the shadows.
"I fed without permission, Master. A thousand apologizes. I promise I will never--"
"A present for me?" the voice turned nearly entirely crazed and leapt from the shadows. "How thoughtful."
Marik fell to his knees in front of the taller, more built man. "Master, I- -"
"Go to Bakura. I am done with him for now. I will turn this little...boy...into a chylde*. My pet. My pretty, pretty pet." The man swept the boy up and took him off into another direction.
Marik waited to be sure he was gone and hurried to his pale white-haired lover. He placed kisses on the boy's face, easing bruises and awakening him. "Here," he said, ripping into his wrist with his teeth. He held the small meal out to Bakura.
Bakura groaned and pushed Marik away. Marik waited for Bakura to say something. When he stayed silent, Marik heaved a rare sigh* and reached for Bakura's hand. He smacked him away. "You tried to bring in another lover? You promised. You PROMISED. Only Master. Only Master and me."
"You made the promise, too," Marik said softly, unable to defend himself.
Bakura whirled around, smacking Marik hard, knocking him out. "I've been his chylde longer!" He got on his knees next to Marik limp body, grabbing him by the shirt. The shirt finally shredded completely, leaving Marik passed-out on the ground, his chest fully exposed. Bakura stopped dead in his rage, feeling sympathy for his lover. He began tracing over the scars on his lover's body with his finger and lying down, his head on his chest.
*okay, sum it up...chylde--basically the term used for a vampire's concubine/servants that they have personally turned into the undead. And the whole "rare sigh" means basically, they don't breathe because it's not worth it. Doesn't do anything for them. Master basically is Yami Marik/Malik.
~~~