hey so as you have [probably] already noticed i have started a new story. i know that i have 2 others up that haven't been updated in like forever but i literally cannot write anything about them because i am so uninspired. i will go back to them eventually but i don't care enough right now to continue. anyways here is the first chapter so i hope you like it. i know the name sucks but if you have a better name let me know because it would help me tons! thanks!
The bodies moving against each other in a feverous body of intoxication and lust is simply suffocating. The heat coming from the ball of bodies was enough to make someone start sweating just looking at them. They danced so close and freely, not caring what anyone thought of them at that one moment in time. They just wanted to touch each other within the frantic mass of indistinguishable limbs.
This was the world we lived in, thrived in. the world that was ruled by lust and ones social status was determined by their performance in bed. Here no one cared if you were rich or poo, all that mattered was if you could perform well. If you could you would survive another night, but the moment you were gone, you were done.
We are the children of the night.
The king of us all is the most desirable and the hardest to get to. He rules our world with little effort and cool attitude. No one has ever managed to get close to him. They have only ever been used by him, a cheap disposable thrill that is always available.
Our king has never been transfixed with anyone, never. Maybe used people or a night or two but never more than that. They are nothing more than a tool.
That is, everyone except him.
He came in and changed it all.
He came in and made our king fall.
He is the only one that managed to wiggle himself into our world and cling to the heart of our king.
This is the story of the fall of our old king and the rise of the new.
This is the story of the fall of Yami and the rise of Bakura.
ps this story will be updated once a week on mondays!