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ONIX-21- I know. I'm so evil, I love it when Jou's all weak and sad. Then Seto appears and there we have it! Hope you enjoy.
Author's Note: I was actually going to make this fic into a oneshot- but plans change when you're writing. So now, my title seems almost pointless. Hmrph. So don't ask why the title is… random. I think I have to add a sad ending… maybe not. Haha we'll see. We're gonna start today's chapter with Seto's situation and how he found Jou. I hope it's not too confusing.
Summary: Jou moves in with a stranger. SetoxJou AU Vampire Fic.
A Little Too Late
Like how many interesting stories begin- ironically, it was a tedious evening.
The rain that showered along his wide, glass windows began to fall heavier. If it wasn't for such drenching noises, all would be still and quiet. He never minded the rain. He hated the sun, he loved the darkness but the rain- he just simply found himself adjusted to it. He got off from his velvet seat and marked his page onto an old book. He then started to walk, down the hallway of his cold mansion, passing about nine room and looking only directly straight to now, his destination.
The opened window.
The curtains fluttered not too violently, but strong enough against the visible walls. He let out an annoyed grunt as he pulled some curtains from the rain that managed to escape. That's when it happened.
The sudden…smell.
When was the last time he drank? He cannot recall. Surprisingly, those pills from that white haired idiot were actually restraining him. His side effects came now and then, but such things were easily taken care of. But he never smelt such… delicacy before. The last ninety years he spent wasting moments away and just this once-
He wanted something more than this cold temperature, this darkness, this rain, those stupid pills
And himself.
He tried to smell it again.
Fresh, pristine, and still available.
It wasn't too far, maybe around the corner after the fifth block.
The man closed the window and quickly started to walk towards his main exit, grabbing the fourth car keys hung on the left wall. He wasn't running, but his footsteps hurried into his black coupe. The man gently grunted thinking of a certain sand haired Egyptian that had the ability to teleport- how useful such talent would be in this instant. The car then started to drift across the parking lot, out to the pouring rain. Every time he blinked, the smell grew stronger and irresistible. He kept calm though- he knew that was what he did best. Finally, like how he predicted, on the fifth block he made a shard turn over the water. He managed to drive slower, passing by small apartments one by one. He even saw a drunkard throwing up in the corner but trying to ignore the disgusting aroma- he focused.
And here it was.
A small, white apartment with only four floors- the second floor was the only window with its light on and he predicted it was there. His meal, his satisfactions
His guest.
He got out of his car and silently walked into the apartment, the stairs and now to the door. Someone was there obviously and he tried to focus, while gently closing his eyes.
Suicide.
I all made sense. The door was unlocked as he slowly turned the knob to let himself in. He walked in, without taking off his shoes looking for now the owner of such scent.
And there he was. In the kitchen, on the floor with a knife in his beautiful, bloody hands. His long, blonde hair against his high cheekbones, hid his gently, agonized chestnut eyes. His posture was weak and desperate- revealing a bony body structure underneath a oversized white tee and a pair of dark blue jeans. Then the man suddenly heard a weeping voice in his head.
Cold, threatening, but most of all- beautiful.
He moved in quietly towards the dishwasher and forcefully grabbed the blade that intended to go through his- precious guest. He watched him. The boy with closed eyes that now widened once he noticed the stranger. He had light honey eyes still a bit teary, pale skin under the heated cheeks, and luscious, thin lips that opened in surprise. But no words came out.
That's when he took his chance to speak.
The stranger grabbed the blonde's hand and pulled him up to stand. The boy was physically weak but he was now determined to leave. He didn't let go of the stranger's hand but rather followed him as they walked out of his house. They continued to move quickly, down the stairs and now out of the building to the rain. The stranger noticed the blonde's bare feet and managed to deftly carry him in his arms. The boy let out a small yelp but wrapped his arms around him for balance. The two walked to the black car and the man gently placed the boy to his seat, closing the door with a smirk. Then he came around to the driver's seat and closed to door for warmth. He didn't look back at the boy but rather just started the car and started to drive. Both didn't speak any words and allowed the rain to break any silence.
Finally they arrived at the parking lot, while the stranger's men bowed to welcome him. Two men stepped up to open the door on both sides as the driver and the passenger slowly got off the car.
"Where would you like it parked sir?"
"The second space."
He spoke as if to murmur, but the man understood and bowed as he got in the car to park.
The boy didn't look at anything else but the stranger in now confusion. Feeling such eye contact, the brunette looked to the child with a smirk holding out a hand.
"Come with me." He spoke and the boy held his cold hands to the mansion.
The first thing the boy noticed was the stairs on both sides, like a magnificent painting. The mansion itself was pretty cold, welcoming the daunting presence of emptiness and greatness. He felt his hands then being gently let go as the man turned to look at him in the eyes.
"As you wished- this is your new home."
Then on the left corner of his eye, he saw a man coming down the stairs. He had blonde hair that stood up in three tips, his roots were burgundy and black. He was lean, not too tall but his presence was immense as he slowly walked down. He was wearing a dark blue jacket over his maroon shirt and pants, also allowing his black boots to echo as he stepped. The stranger didn't turn around but gently closing his eyes as if to know who it was behind him.
"Where did you go, Seto?"
The man gently spoke in a low, attractive voice.
He finally hit the first floor and leaned on the arm of the staircase, not approaching further.
"I had to meet someone." The man named Seto still didn't turn around to see the tri-color haired man but bowed to the blonde to grab his left hand and kiss is gently.
"Who is he? Is he new? A virgin?"
He rather spoke coldly, in a not fascinated matter- looking directly into the blonde. The blonde gently blushed as he felt his knuckles being brushed off my Seto's lips. He quickly looked away from the stranger avoiding any more eye contact. He then started to wonder at the question of his virginity and where this conversation can possibly lead to.
"Quiet. Do not be so quick to talk about my guests in such term." Finally that's when the brunette turned to see the man still leaning on the staircase. Acknowledging the fact that he is now not being ignored, the man began to approach Seto slowly. His heals were loud across the marbled floor as he spoke.
"I can do whatever I want to your precious guest, Kaiba. Since you have done whatever you wanted to mine."
"I refrained myself, Yami. If I was to do everything I wanted to-"
"Don't you dare."
Finally they met, only a few feet away.
"Oh I would, Yami. Do not test me."
"Do you know why the hell you're alone? It's your sickening pride. You and I, Seto Kaiba, we're eternally damned. Do not forget where you came from- and who made you live a year longer." He took a step closer lowering his voice.
"You make it sound like I love it. Like I love living this way- like I love being eternally punished."
They looked at each other, straight in the eyes- blue against red.
"You begged me Seto. Like a hungry boy, you begged the hell out of me." They talked as if they hated each other, or they loved each other painfully.
"I was young. I didn't know any better."
"So if this boy asks you for the same request- You'd let him die? Or would you let him become one of us, forever young and never alone,"
He spoke looking at Seto directly- almost reminding him.
"Think about that Kaiba. Think about what you would do."
Then he brushed off the brunette's shoulder and walked right by him, never looking at the blonde beside him.
Well before any doubts, here are the definate pairings.
SetoxJou, YamixYugi, BakuraxRyou, MarikxMalik.
If you can guess from this chapter, Bakura offers these pills that help your blood craving to reduce. Marik has the power to teleport. Seto has the power to read minds. Last but definitely important, Yami made Seto into a vampire.
I hope you liked, and I'll try to update as soon as possible! Read and Review darlings(;
