RFYLH: Hey! I think that my plot ideas are just exploding out of nowhere! (evil plot bunnies snigger)
RFYLH: *sweat drop* yeah....anyways here to do the disclaimer is no other than a couple that I love: Bakura and Ryou!
Bakura: Yeah.....no comment. She doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! ok? Good can I go now?
Ryou: 'Kura! She is the author...(whispers to Bakura- she can kill us you know)
RFYLH: I heard that! (evil smirk)
Ryou and Bakura: *fake smile*
RFYLH: Oh, you know I love you! Anyways, enjoy the fic guys! It is a mix of me listening to MCR's "The Sharpest Lives" and "House of Wolves". Oh, and Yu-Gi-Oh! like Baku said, I don't own! : ) Enjoy!
The two vampires hissed violently. One was a jet black haired male with white alabaster skin. He was the older of the two. The other one, the younger, was blonde and tan which was strange by vampire standings. Circling each other, they stared crimson eyes not blinking. The black haired one launched at the blonde and skidded across the floor. Wait, that's not right. He was right on target and fast. How could that…that…PUP have moved faster than him who was more than centuries old? The thoughts where distracting him as in the next moment he was on the ground, head being held back, and silvery fang pressed against the pulse on his neck. "Give up," came the harsh voice of the so assumed pup. The older just shook his head but stopped and stood stock still when he felt the cold ivory fang rub against his neck at the motion. The blonde got up and walked off ignoring the conversations going on around him. He did however hear the rushed and heated footsteps coming toward him. He timed his counterattack perfectly. Waiting till the footsteps were where he wanted them and he could hear the forced breathing of an angered vampire. He heard the whoosh of a fist flying through the air meaning to connect with his face but instead it grabbed air as he dodged. Deftly throwing his arm out and grabbing the charging monster's leg he threw the other against the wall where he resounded with a solid crunch and no movement. The younger male was pissed now, and the others in the room saw it in his now crystal clear with rage crimson eyes. "Anymore? Huh?!? Geez. Damn all of you! Never know when to give up and disgusting as anything I've ever seen in my life. You make me sick!" The pup walked out of the dimly lit place in the alleys of the big city zipping up his jacket and tossing up his hood. He stepped out onto the busy streets of the Big Apple, aka New York. As an afterthought to the harsh sun he popped on some sunglasses. Curse these vampire senses. The sun was always so fricken bright. He sighed, 'oh well. That's life.'
He continued walking and in the crowd he blended in like a drop of water in a lake, making his way towards a coffee shop across the street. The bell clanged behind him as he entered the partly vacant bar. The lights flickered and the whole place was dimly lit, the windows blacked out. A man rested in the back booth, his bleach white hair that was spiked in a pattern similar to bunny ears making him easy to spot. The blond haired vampire scooted into the seat across from the crimson eyed beast.
"Hello, Marik," He growled snickering at the looks he got from the tan man across from him.
"Bakura," Marik returned hissing.
Obviously not friends.
Bakura sat back and looked meaningfully at Marik with his blood-like eyes. Marik hissed again but mimicked Bakura's motions. The staring contest lasted until the light over their table flickered for the umpteenth time irritating Marik for the last time.
He hissed low in his throat and then banged his fist hard onto the table causing the whole thing to shake, "Damn. You know I'm not patient. What the hell do you want anyways? You called me here you sickening wolf. The light above my head is giving me a head ache and your smug look is driving me over the edge! Tell me what you want so I can go home!" Marik was panting a bit after his full lunged speech.
"My, My," Bakura tsked, "Always so untactful. Well, since you asked, I called you here to propose a hunting plan. I have to choose a human as a mate and you have to drink blood tonight. A perfect combo, ne? You and I will go hunting tonight at midnight, in the park, and we will catch what I'm looking for. You also get the benefit of a little snack. What do you think?" The wolf smirked as he waited for an answer.
"And I should help you why? Other than the blood I can get by myself, you have nothing else to offer me," Marik looked expectantly at Bakura. The centuries old werewolf had outsmarted him too many times to count. This con wizard was not getting him this time; little did he know that he had already fallen into Bakura's trap.
"It's called tradition and we both know that since the last successful hunt you had you have been a little slow. That wouldn't be a problem but by the looks of things you'll be slower than usual. Have you been fighting again? Trying to keep your supremacy still, ne?" Marik cussed fervently in his brain. The fight this morning hadn't been much but in his slowed state all the older vampires sought his title. This morning's vampire hadn't touched him but his friend had gotten a lucky knick on his shoulder. The already slow arm was now further impaired and with the way he left everything this morning not many where likely to help him. Marik needed Bakura and Bakura knew it too.
"You need me," Bakura purred as he slowly got up from the booth almost like he had been reading Marik's mind. Marik just watched as Bakura changed into his other form and contrary to popular belief:
(1) It didn't hurt or disfigure his body in any way
(2) It didn't require a full moon to happen
(3) It wasn't dreadful or harsh, but rather seductive in a way
(4) At the end he wasn't ugly or human like
(5) At the end he was just an ordinary wolf with a little more height and with more intelligence hidden behind his eyes
Marik watched as Bakura's hair seemed to elongate and spread like wildfire down his body. The ears elongated and so did the face. Hands and feet became paws and his eyes ringed themselves with black. During the process he had closed his eyes and when he opened them yellow pierced through the dimly lit coffee house. The human Bakura was gone and in its place, on all fours, was a white wolf with black tipped ears, tail, paws, and snout, and as haunting he had been as a human, he was even more so as a wolf. Bakura ran his tail underneath Marik's chin.
'Tonight, we hunt.' The words bounced around in Marik's mind in the tone of Bakura's voice followed by laughter. The link was cut off abruptly as Bakura took off though a hole in the wall in the back of the coffee shop. As much as he hated to admit it, Bakura had fooled him once again and tonight he had a "date" with a werewolf and a couple of poor human victims. He got up and stalked out of the run-down coffee shop popping on his sunglasses as the evening rays lit the streets. He had a long night ahead of him.
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