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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal
Title: The One You Love Best: Chapter 4: Evidence
Romance: Durbe x Nasch
Word Count: chapter: 1,520||story: 6,179
Genre: Romance, Supernatural||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Written for the 2014 Advent Calendar Challenge, bonus prompt, beloved; written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, section H, #8, a multichap with exactly four chapters.
Summary: [4/4 chapters, Durbe x Nasch/Nasch x Durbe, Tomoshipping, 2014 Advent Calendar Challenge; Diversity Writing Challenge, au: vampires] There is someone who seeks revenge on Kamishiro Ryouga and their weapon of choice is his long-time boyfriend Durbe.


Vector did not like waiting. He could've made a list of everything in the world that he didn't like – Kamishiro Ryouga rested comfortably at the top of the list – but waiting certainly was one of the most annoying.

What in the world could be keeping Durbe? Surely he'd done the deed by now. There wasn't any way that Ryouga would be able to stop him. His soft heart wouldn't allow him to kill his boyfriend, even when his boyfriend was hell-bent on killing him.

The only thing Vector didn't like about his plan was that he wouldn't be there to see Ryouga die personally. As much as he wanted to follow along and see the lovely sight for himself, if he stayed too near to Durbe, that ran the risk of the other overpowering his control through sheer mutual hatred. He'd moved too quickly for that to happen before, and he didn't want to lose his advantage.

He also had other matters he needed to attend to. There was a certain blond who needed to end up in messy chunks all over the floor, and another long-haired blond who had to re-learn what his place in the world was. He wanted to get that set up as soon as possible.

He ran one finger over his sharp fangs and smiled. Who would've imagined that becoming undead was the answer to all of his problems? He could dispose of Kaito with ease. Even those two bodyguards of his wouldn't be a match for him now. Mizael would be his again, forever this time – and he did mean forever.

And most of all, best of all, he would have contributed to the demise of Kamishiro Ryouga. He could hardly wait for Durbe to bring him the evidence he wanted. It would have to be something spectacular, something that Ryouga would give up only in death. Perhaps even his head? Oh, but that would be wonderful.

There was a slight movement near the door. Vector looked up to see Durbe standing there, and smiled in triumph.

"You're back." Finally. It wasn't as if there were traffic to get in his way anymore. Durbe would have to learn better if he were going to be the kind of servant Vector intended to make out of him.

Durbe moved forward into a pale splash of light cast by the outside streetlamp. Vector didn't need it, but he hadn't yet gotten around to destroying it yet. Regardless, he could see more clarity and sense in Durbe's eyes now, which pleased him a great deal. He wanted a slave who knew what he was doing, not one too mindless to think for himself.

He could also see hate and rage there, but he expected that. Durbe hated him nearly as much as Ryouga did. That had all factored into why Vector's plans were what they were.

"Did you bring me what I wanted?" Vector brushed off an imaginary piece of dust from his jacket. "You did do it, didn't you?"

"Of course I did," Durbe replied at last. Vector was glad; he' begun to wonder if turning him had done something to the other's voice. If that happened, he wanted it to be something he'd done on purpose, not an accident. It was much more satisfying that way.

Vector nodded, raising one eyebrow and holding out his hand as he did. "Well? The token?" His head? Perhaps even his deck? Ryouga didn't duel as he had when a child, but he still kept his deck safe and close. He wouldn't let even Durbe take it without a very good reason. So it would be safe to assume that if Durbe had it, then Ryouga was dead.

But it was neither his head nor his deck that Durbe pulled out from beneath his jacket. Instead, a gleaming blue pendant shone there, shaped much like a flower, with a shimmering ruby in the center.

Vector recognized it, of course. No one else had anything like it, since Durbe had crafted it for Ryouga when they were all in school, giving it to him as a gift. It was even more precious to him than his deck was.

"Perfect." Vector snapped his fingers and Durbe took a few steps closer. The necklace hung just over Vector's grasping hands, then suddenly it was snatched away. "What!"

"I don't think that belongs to you." A hated voice, a voice that should not have been able to speak, did just that, and a slim, strong hand caught the pendant away from Vector's reach.

"What... you! You're supposed to be dead!" Vector snarled, hands curling into fists, fangs ready to feast on the blood of his enemy. He glared at Durbe. "You disobeyed me!"

Durbe smiled. He'd never seen a smile like that on the man's face, and found he didn't like it at all. "No. You told me to kill him. I did that."

Ryouga smiled, and Vector liked that even less, since now he saw the fangs that gleamed there. "I just didn't stay dead."

Vector took a step back. Even with all of his enhanced strength and speed, he had never been much one for physical fighting. He liked to use his mind more than anything else. It was so much more entertaining to set friends against one another and see them destroy each other like that. That was why he'd planned this to begin with. To see Durbe shred his beloved and to know that poor dear Ryouga must've felt so betrayed. That would've given him pleasing dreams for weeks on end.

But it looked as if that were not to be now. Even worse, with Ryouga being a vampire as well now, that meant their hatred could go on forever. Vector was up to the task, but he'd wanted to win already. To have this finally over with so he could deal with matters more important. Not to have his enemy have the same power that he had, and still be a problem.

"Loopholes." He spat the word out harshly. This wasn't over with. Even if he fled now, he would survive, and there were other people he could use and twist into his minions, ones he could use to bring down Ryouga and all that he held dear.

And he would. He wasn't going to let this end with their permanent victory. A small loss now could lead to something bigger later.

But he still didn't like this. He'd been so close!

"You don't have to stress yourself that much," Ryouga said, a dark tilt to his lips. "You could say that Kamishiro Ryouga is indeed dead. Because I'm not him anymore. I am Nasch."

Something in that name sent deeper fires of fury burning all through Vector. He couldn't have placed it and now wasn't the time to ask questions.

"I don't care what you call yourself. You're going to die, and stay that way, and I'll be the one who does it! I won't send someone after you next time. Next time, it will be all me."

Vector didn't spend another second telling them anything. Instead, he slipped through the cracks in the wall, little more than mist, and headed for his own private safehouse. He had a great deal of planning to do all of a sudden.


Nasch snarled as Vector vanished into a cloud of mist, escaping before either of them could do anything to avenge what he'd done to them. The only reassurance they had was that he'd be back. All to the good, to Nasch's way of thinking. Neither of them would be comfortable knowing that he was out there causing trouble utterly unsupervised.

"We'll find him again. Or he'll find us. He's not the type to let things just slip away," Durbe reassured him. He touched a finger to the necklace and then up to Nasch's face. "We have other things to worry about."

That was true. There were people who needed to know about their change in circumstances, and other arrangements needed to be made. Nasch could hardly imagine what Rio would do once she knew he was now a blood drinking creature of the night. He could already play half of her lecture in his head already.

They would need safe places to rest and some kind of change to their working schedule. Durbe would be able to take night shifts at the bookstore, so that would be less of an issue. But his own job would be more difficult. Perhaps he'd look into changing it. He hadn't been completely thrilled by it anyway.

Feeding would be another problem. He didn't have any qualms about taking out some of the dregs of society, or people who really got on his nerves, but there could only be so many of those. Something else would have to be done about that.

Until he could work that out, he and Durbe would have to be very careful about what they did and how they did it, and who they did it with.

Luckily, that was something they were both very good at.

The End