So, I'm going to be updating less frequently for the next few months. I was in a car accident a few days ago and broke my arm (of course it's the one I write with). I have to adjust to typing with one hand so it's taking me a lot longer to type stories.
I was originally planning on just making this story a oneshot but I realized that for as in depth I as I wanted to go it was going to have to be longer. I'm hoping that it doesn't get longer than three chapters, but we'll see when we get to that point. This story is also a lot more depressing than anything else I've written, just a warning.
This story is inspired by the Vocaloids, Story of Evil, which is not mine by the way. The links to the videos that I'm focusing on are on my profile if anyone has an interest in seeing them.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh or Vocaloids.
Summary: Ryou would do anything for her brother, Bakura, even if it earns her the hatred of the one she loves. Seto/femRyou AU
Rating: M (I'm not sure if it really is, I'm just being safe.)
Warning: femRyou (big surprise), character death
Colorful Doom
Chapter 1: Love of Mine
Bakura glared down at the blond. "You're sure of this?"
Marik looked up at his lord, the fact that Bakura didn't smack him down a testament to how valuable he thought Marik was. "Absolutely, my lord. I saw them with my own eyes."
Bakura stood and walked over to the window that overlooked the city below. "Show me."
/
Ryou brushed back a strand of her white hair, tucking it back under the hood of her cloak. Her hair would mark her as a member of the royal family, which was not something she wanted known in this market. The people were kind, smiling and laughing, but her brother, Bakura, had taken almost everything these people had. They would not take well to his precious sister being among them.
She reached for an apple, one of the few foods that was still plentiful thanks to the orchards that surrounded the town. Before she could touch the fruit another hand reached for it, paying the shop owner before she could say anything. "You should be more careful," the man said as he brushed past her, munching on the apple.
Ryou waited a moment before following him, letting out a soft 'epp' when she was pulled into an alleyway. She was pushed up against a wall, lips pressing passionately against her own. Ryou wrapped her arms around the man's neck, moaning into the kiss.
"Seto," she whispered as they broke apart, gasping as the brunette began kissing her neck, hands wondering over her body."Seto, wait," she gasped out, pushing his hands away.
Seto reluctantly relented his assault on Ryou. Ryou smiled at him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "No need for that look. I just don't think we should do this in the middle of the street."
A half smirk graced Seto's face as he grabbed Ryou's hand, pulling her hood back up. "Why didn't you just say so?"
/
Mokuba paused when he noticed an extra pair of shoes next to the door. He listened for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief. He loved it when Ryou visited but there were certain things he didn't need to hear.
"You can come in," he said, slipping off his shoes. "I'll go get Seto."
The cloaked and hooded man stepped in after him. Once the door closed behind him he reached up to lower his hood, revealing spiky tricolored hair and blazing red eyes. "Who else is here?" he muttered, noticing the shoes, but Mokuba had already run off into one of the two rooms branched off from the main room.
A few minutes later Seto emerged from the room, shirtless, running fingers through uncombed hair. When he saw his guest he sighed, motioning for him to sit down at the only table in the house. "What do you want, Atem?"
Atem waited until Seto sat down across from him. "You need to come back."
Seto sighed, shaking his head. "Atem, we've already had this conversation. I left the rebels and I have no plans of going back."
Atem's hands were clenched, red eyes aflame. "He killed Yugi, Seto. He went to beg Bakura to relent his taxes so that we might be able to buy some food, and Bakura had him beheaded for it. He killed my brother, Seto."
Seto remained silent, although his gaze had softened. "I'm sorry about Yugi, Atem, but I can't rejoin the rebels."
"Why!" Atem shouted, jumping out of his chair, knocking it backwards. "You used to be one of the most passionate leaders of the rebellion, but two years ago you just decided to leave. What made you turn into such a coward?"
Seto's eyes narrowed as he slowly stood up. "I think you should leave."
Atem continued to glare at him for a few seconds. "Fine," he snapped, turning toward the door which Mokuba stood at, ready to open it for the older man.
"Seto? I heard yelling. Is everything all right?"
Seto shut his eyes briefly as Mokuba's widened, hand slipping from the door. Atem turned, shock on his face when he saw the sleepy white haired girl standing in the doorway of Seto's bedroom. "Princess Ryou?"
Ryou took a step back, realizing her mistake as she fully took in the situation. Atem spun, turning his fury on Seto. "This is why you left?" he questioned, his voice rising. "You abandoned all of us for some royal whore?"
"Enough!" Seto snapped back, his voice a deadly whisper. "You will not insult Ryou in my presence, ever."
Atem just shook his head. "How could you, Seto? You know we need your help."
"And I told you when I first joined the rebellion, I'm no hero. Now get out."
Atem didn't say another word as he swept out of the small home, pulling his hood back up as he walked into the evening sunlight.
After a moment Seto sighed, slumping back into his seat. "Seto, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have come out."
Seto simply held out his hand to Ryou, pulling her into his lap when she came close enough. "It's not your fault, Ryou. We knew someone would find out sooner or later."
"At least it's not your brother," Mokuba said as he picked up the chair Atem had knocked over.
Ryou paled as Seto placed a kiss on top of her messy white hair. "Everything will be fine, Ryou."
/
Marik was glad when Bakura had finally destroyed the last piece of furniture in Ryou's room. The king had been in a rage ever since they had seen Ryou and Seto together in the alleyway. "How could she do this to me? How could she go fraternizing with a leader of the rebellion?"
Marik stayed quiet, knowing that to talk now would be to sacrifice his head. Bakura finally turned his attention back to his master spy. "How long have you known about this?"
"A few weeks, my lord," Marik answered, not skipping a beat. "I wanted to make sure their relationship was what I thought it was before informing you."
"I'm sorry, Princess, but I can't let you in," they heard from the guard standing on the other side of the door.
"But, it's my room! Why can't I go in?"
Bakura reached the door in three long strides, practically ripping it off its hinges, surprising both the guard and Ryou. "Get in here," he growled, grabbing Ryou's wrist painfully as he dragged her into her room.
When Ryou saw the state of her room she knew Bakura was extremely angry with her. Her breathing began to quicken slightly. There was only one thing that could have made her brother this angry.
"How could you?" he growled at her.
Ryou fell to her knees, bowing her head. Acting like she didn't know what Bakura was talking about now would only make him angrier. "I love him, Bakura."
Bakura's face twisted into a horrible expression as he took a step forward, slapping Ryou across the face. "You don't love him!" the white haired king shouted. "You love me, only me! Or have you forsaken your only remaining family member?"
Ryou gasped, quickly standing and throwing her arms around her brother. "Never, never," she whispered, clinging to him.
Bakura softened, wrapping his own arms around Ryou. "He's a leader of the rebellion, Ryou. He wants to kill me."
"No," she said, shaking her head against Bakura's shoulder. "He left the rebellion, Bakura. He left it because I asked him too."
"All that means is at this moment he loves you more than he hates me. Eventually that will change and he'll use you to get to me." Bakura pushed Ryou away slightly so that he could look into his sister's eyes. "He could be doing so even now."
"No!" Ryou shouted, pulling completely away from her brother.
Marik thought Bakura would have slapped the girl again for her defiance, but restrained himself, a show of just how much he cared for Ryou. "Ryou," the king whispered, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "You still love me, don't you?"
"Of course, brother."
"Then you'll get rid of this man who wishes to kill me, won't you?"
Ryou stared at him in horror. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "Please, Bakura, you can't ask this of me."
"No," Bakura said, a slight laugh in his voice. "Of course not, Ryou. Marik, on the other hand…"
The two white haired siblings turned to the forgotten blond, one in amusement, the other in horror. "Of course, my lord," he said before he disappeared.
"No!" Ryou shouted, turning back to her brother. "Please, Bakura! Call him back!"
"No, Ryou," Bakura said, his voice deadly serious. "All threats to my reign must be eliminated." He walked out of the room, pausing when he reached the guard. "Take the Princess to a guest room for the night and make sure she doesn't leave."
"Yes, sire," the guard answered, bowing before he walked into the destroyed room. "Ah! Sire!" he shouted, stepping back out of the room. "Sire! The Princess is gone!"
Bakura smirked, not even pausing as he continued to walk down the hallway. 'I expected nothing less, Ryou. In the end though, you'll be by my side, just like always.'
/
Ryou reached Seto and Mokuba's small house just after dawn, slipping in silently. She quickly crossed the main room to Seto's, but his bed was empty. "Ah, Seto, where could you be?" she whispered to herself.
"Ryou?" The white haired girl turned to see Mokuba standing behind her, dagger in hand. "You scared me, Ryou."
"Mokuba, I'm so sorry," she said as he lit a candle, sunlight not yet penetrating the small window of the house. "Do you know where Seto is?"
"He went out to see if he could do any work for the day, just like always."
"That's right," Ryou whispered. "I knew that."
"Is there something wrong, Ryou?"
Ryou smiled at the dark haired boy, pulling down a kettle, two cups, and a bag of tea. "No, Mokuba. There's just something I need to tell him." She didn't want to upset Mokuba. She could only hope she could find Seto before Marik did.
"You can leave a message with me. Won't Bakura be mad if you're gone all day?"
"It'll be fine, Mokuba. I'll make some tea and then go look for him."
Mokuba knew Ryou wasn't telling him something, but he knew if the girl didn't want to tell him something she could be incredibly stubborn about it. "All right. I'll come with you. You're only familiar with the market street, so I can keep you from getting lost. But first, tea!"
Ryou paused for a moment. She didn't want to involve Mokuba but she needed to warn Seto. Marik wouldn't go after him while he was out in the town so she had enough time to make sure Mokuba wasn't worried. "All right," Ryou said, a pleasant smile on her lips, although she couldn't hide the worry in her eyes from Mokuba.
"Here," she said as she poured the boiling water into Mokuba's cup.
"Yay!" Mokuba drank the hot liquid in one gulp, smiling. "You always make the best tea, Ryou!"
"Thank you," Ryou said, sipping on her own tea.
"All right," Mokuba said, slipping out of his chair. "Let's go find Set…"
"Mokuba," Ryou said worriedly as the boy tripped, holding his hand to his head. "What's wrong?"
"I-I'm fine. Just stood up too…"
"Mokuba!" Ryou yelled as the young boy slumped forward. "Mokuba, what's wrong? Mokuba, please, talk to me," Ryou pleaded as she turned the boy over. She placed a hand on Mokuba's forehead, pulling it back suddenly. "You're burning up, Mokuba." She placed a hand to her own forehead as she struggled to her own feet. "I am too."
"R-Ryou," Mokuba said weakly, reaching up for the girl.
Ryou grasped the boy's hand. "Mokuba, please, you have to hold on. I'll go get a doctor. You just have to hold on."
Mokuba nodded. "I'll be fine, Ryou. F-find Seto."
"I'll be right back, Mokuba. I promise." Ryou stumbled to the door, slumping against it as her strength gave out. "No, Mokuba, I have…" But she slipped into unconsciousness, no longer having the strength to stay awake.
/
Atem opened the door to see Seto already sitting at the table. He sat down across from him, just as he had the day before. "I got your message. What happened to change your mind?"
Seto looked up at him, death in his eyes. Atem could tell the brunette man had been crying. "He poisoned Mokuba and Ryou."
Atem was completely taken aback. "He poisoned his own sister? Are they all right?"
"Ryou's fine, just sleeping. She only took a few sips of the tea that had been poisoned. Mokuba…" Seto paused, his voice cracking, shoulders shaking. "Mokuba's dead, Atem."
Atem was silent, waiting for Seto to collect himself. "I want him dead, Atem."
"I'm glad you'll be joining us again, but I wish it had been under different circumstances."
"It doesn't matter," Seto said, fist clenched in rage. "Bakura will die for his crimes."
"Seto, please don't." The two men turned to see Ryou leaning on the doorframe of Seto's room, tears trickling from her eyes. "Please, don't do this."
Seto's hard eyes didn't soften at the sight of his lover; in fact, his glare only seemed to worsen. "How can you ask that, Ryou? He killed my brother." The man's hard voice sent a shiver down Atem's back.
Ryou stumbled forward until she knelt in front of Seto. "Please, he's my brother."
"He just tried to kill you," Atem interjected, surprised that Ryou could still be so loyal to her brother.
Ryou just shook her head. "No."
"Ryou," Seto said, not even looking at the girl. There was a chill in his voice that had never been there before. "Bakura killed Mokuba. I will make him pay for that. If you can't accept that then you should leave."
"Seto…" Ryou whispered, tears now silently flowing down her face. She shook her head, standing up shakily, neither man offering to help her. "I love you, Seto," she whispered. Seto simply continued to stare straight ahead, ignoring the woman next to him. Ryou took slight steps, managing to walk out of the small house. The guards would soon find her; she had forgotten to cover her white locks.
"Are you going after her?" Atem asked.
Seto turned his hardened eyes to the other man. "She's made her choice. She'd do anything for Bakura, even killing my own brother."
/
I'm pretty sure this will only be three chapters, so it will be done pretty soon. I'll try to have something else updated soon, but I'm not making any promises. This chapter took me over double the time to type than it usually would. Anyways, review and tell me what you think.
