Kura: Yeah. I totally wrote this when I was really bored in English class a few years ago and just found it again. I am now attempting to turn it into an acceptable fanfic. It's very short and probably makes no sense but whatever. Please be nice 'cause I know it sucks.
Bakura: Hell yeah it does!
Kura: No one asked you, fruitcake-boy.
Bakura: …Fruitcake-boy?
Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugioh but I wish I did. Especially Baku-chan…cuddles nonexistent Bakura plushie
After leaving the dance studio, Anzu wanted nothing more than to collapse on her soft, comfortable bed and sleep the night away. Shivering as a cool breeze surrounded her sweat-soaked body, she began her long trek home. The dorm room she shared with her friend, Serenity, was on the Tokyo University campus.
Tokyo University was nearly three miles away, but Anzu knew a few short cuts that would cut her walking time in half. Unfortunately, that would involve going down several dark back streets. Anzu wouldn't have even hesitated on any other night but as she reached the entrance to a particularly dark street an icy feeling of dread seeped through her. There had been some rumors going around campus. Students were saying that there was a serial killer on the loose but the police where trying to keep it quiet. People had been found in back allies just like the one Anzu was about to enter. Some victims had even been found in the park near the university. One boy had said that all the victims had been drained of blood. Of course, everyone knew that Malik Ishtar was crazy so it was quite easy to shrug off this bit of information. The brown haired girl shook her head and scolded her self for believing in such stupid stories. They were just rumors after all.
The oblivious girl began to hum a made up tune as she walked slowly down the deserted street. Her vibrant blue eyes subconsciously searching for movement in the shadows as the streetlights began to flicker to life. She suddenly noticed movement from the corner of her eye and whirled around. Everything seemed to freeze. No wind blew, the noise of the city seemed to disappear, and Anzu's heartbeat began to quicken. Fear engulfed her mind and body in its icy grip.
Quickening her steps, she continued onward, hoping that she would reach a main road soon. The mousy-haired girl let out a startled cry as a black cat darted out in front of her. As she watched the cat streak across the street she felt a burst of warm breath on her neck. Whipping around quickly, hoping yet dreading to see who or what was following her, she scanned the area for life but was only met with a dark, empty road. Trying to calm her rapidly beating heart, Anzu turned back towards her destination yet again only to be confronted by a sinister dark figure. He stood no more that three feet from her, leering at her with icy violet-blue eyes.
Before the poor girl even had time to react, the cloaked figure had grabbed onto her shoulder with a vice-like grip. She hadn't even seen him move, it was almost inhuman. Anzu tried to fight or do something, anything, but she was frozen in place. The man, if he was human at all, leaned forward so that his lips barely brushed her ear. "You can not fight me." The deep, husky voice sent shivers down Anzu's spine, she was near tears. One sharp translucent nail ran down her neck causing her to wince slightly. "Don't worry, my dear. I'm sure your blood will taste sweet."
Finding her voice, Anzu let out a high-pitched shriek of pure terror. The noise rang through the narrow street only to be cut short as its creator's life was snuffed out.
Kura: Is it good? Does it suck? I need to know. This can remain a one-shotish thing or I could continue it. Tell me what you think. If it is continued then there will be yaoi in later chapters.
Does anyone know who the villain is yet?
To anyone who is reading Downfall: I am sooooo sorry it is taking me so long to update. Don't be discouraged by this new fic. Downfall is still my first priority and I will hopefully finish the next chapter soon.