I AM ALIVE! I UPDATED….only a month late. BETTER LATE THAN NEVER RIGHT?
Disclaimer: Plot yes…YuGiOh, no I don't own it…nor the characters… nor the personality of myself …WAIT YES THAT IS SOMETHING I DO OWN!
'Thinking random thoughts of thought'
"Talking about a random subject"
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"You do realize that I am wrapped in bandages and shirtless still right?" Ryou questioned as Akefia sat him down on a bar stool in the kitchen, Bakura following close behind.
"Yes, but you were and still are hungry. Don't want an empty stomach now do we?" Bakura responded with a mischievous grin.
"But it is so cold in here and the lack of clothes is making me feel slightly self conscious. Shouldn't clothes come before hunger? You know, to protect me from the bitter elements and perverts before hunting for food?"
"Well to us, hunger comes before self-consciousness and perverts...not including us HEY!" Akefia glared at Ryou who started laughing when he finally caught on "Not to mention the possibility of dying before having the proper clothing to go hunt for food. Look at me, I am not wearing a shirt and I feel fine!" Akefia pointed out, smirking wickedly as he struck a pose.
"You are also wearing a long red jacket with sleeves."
"That is beside the point. Food first, comfort and protection second. So shush and tell us what you want to eat. We don't have much in the way of vegetables and fruits though." Akefia responded to Ryou's comment.
"I don't like to eat them any way. I would prefer cooked meat if that is alright with you?" Ryou carefully responded.
"I thought angles were vegetarians." Bakura shuddered with surprise woven into his tone. "How can you guys not eat meat?" He muttered as an after thought.
"Well, I grew up in a village that housed a demon. We were more welcoming compared to the city of Kings, but most inhabitants still were not. He let me try some cooked meat one day when I went to visit him and I was hooked. The other angles thought I was crazy to eat meat." Ryou grinned through his lie before his expression turned into a scowl as he turned his gaze towards the ground and crossed his arms. "Stupid veggie eaters, they don't know what they were missing." Ryou made sure to be prepared this time, knowing it would be easier to tell his 'story' if he was a mere villager, not that of high class. Not to mention he REALLY liked meat.
Bakura chuckled in agreement towards Ryou's last statement before and shrugged it off, making his way to the freezer to get a cut of meat. Akefia, however, did not look taken by the answer Ryou provided, but remained silent.
"I have a question."
Akefia looked over at Ryou and raised an eye brow. "Well are you going to ask it or not little one?"
Ryou gave a look of annoyance. "Little one? I am no midget!" Ryou sighed and turned his face blank. "What I was going to ask was-"
Akefia cut in with a chuckle. "Technically, you just asked one when you said little one."
Ryou glared as he unfolded his arms from across his chest to rest them on them table. "Fine, now I have four questions."
"Four? Gasp! The number if questions went up! This has turned to be both tedious and fun! I don't think I am going to make it out alive!" Bakura sarcastically exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen again shivering from the cold. In his hands was a cut of meat from an animal Akefia could not recognize. Ryou looked as if he wanted to eat the meat raw when his eyes came in contact with the glorious flesh.
The 'angle' regained his composer and sent a glare towards Bakura. "I was actually thinking about sparing you from the oh so torturous questions and placing all of the unbearable pain on Akefia. But now I won't be as merciful." Ryou curved his fingers to look like claws and playfully bared his teeth in the direction of Bakura.
The demon in question just stared at the supposedly menacing 'angle' before bursting into laughter.
Ryou dropped his hands on to the table immediately seeing this and just stared blankly. "What, may I ask, is so funny?"
"You looked like an angry Hölle Katze(1). Do it again for Akefia."
"No! That is demeaning! wait...what is a Hölle Katze?" Ryou exclaimed, a very light blush dusting his nose.
"Aww! Come on, Bakura got to and not me! Please! I want to see!" Akefia joined in with a teasing smirk.
"Only if you answer my questions!"
"Fine, sure, whatever. Go on and do it again." Akefia's smirked grew more mischievous as he poked Ryou's arms with a grin. In return he almost lost his finger to Ryou's teeth.
With annoyance written all over his face, Ryou once again curved his fingers and mirrored his previous image to Akefia. In response, laughing and cooing came from the taller demon's mouth. "I can see it, Bakura. It does make him look like a Hölle Katze."
"You never told me what that is yet."
Akefia walked over to Ryou from where he was stranding on the opposite side of the silver table top and patted his snowy white hair. "They are little kitten like creatures of molten rock and flame. They are highly adorable in my opinion and I have no shame in saying it."
Ryou crossed his arms and turned away from the two demon lords with a passive look on his face. Ryou muttered the phrase 'I am not adorable' childishly before turning back with a determined look on his face. "Now you two are my question slaves! Now question one, while I am here, this won't turn out to be an episode of Stockholm syndrome if I say yes, right?"
"What kind of a question is that!?" Bakura shouted, his expression riddled with shock. Akefia slapped his mate upside the head.
"It is a reasonable question, Bakura. Even I thought you were smart enough to realize it this time." Akefia deadpanned with a growing smirk dancing over his lips.
Bakura began to let out his battle cry when Ryou stepped in. "Oh no, you are not starting another fight! Just answer the question. You promised!"
"Ok, not bloodshed yet. The answer is no Ryou, I would not qualify this as Stockholm syndrome. That is when a victim of kidnapping beginning to have positive or romantic feelings for their kidnapper who would have abused or harmed them in some way."
"That is basically my situation you psychopath." Ryou deadpanned.
"Hush, I wasn't finished yet and I am far from a psychopath!" Akefia retorted in a wining tone. Ryou rolled his eyes as he motioned for Akefia to continue. During this time, Bakura has taken up the liberty to begin seasoning and cooking Ryou's meat. "As I was saying, this would not count. Those victims are forced to be with their captures all day, every day while they are in some way harmed, raped, abused you get the picture(2). You, on the other hand, are only permitted to spend at least one hour and thirty minutes at a days time with us and then you can free roam the castle if you choose or go and huddle up in your room like a hobbit. And besides after a set period of time, we actually let you go if you still want to leave. Does that sound like Stockholm Syndrome to you?"
"To any sane person in ear shot, yes, though I don't necessarily know the meaning of sane." Ryou made air quoted around the words sane before h continued to speak. "So I will give it a five out of ten. The performance was a little sloppy, but not utterly horrid."
"Fuck you."
"I thought we already went over that was why I was here?" Ryou retorted with a smirk. "Well, in your minds at least." Akefia looked annoyed with the response before chuckling to himself. When Bakura sent him a questioning look, he just waved it off.
"I call answering the fourth question!"
"The fourth question? I only asked one question numb skull."
"No, you asked three already. The one about one about if you would fall victim to influence-"
"Stockholm syndrome." Ryou interjected though Bakura continued on as if he never spoke.
"And you asked what a the hell cat was and then finally, if we already discussed your purpose here. Not true, by the way. I think we should be insulted to some extent, which I am oh greatly so." Bakura whipped away a nonexistent tear from his eye with Akefia nodding in the background, forging false sadness. Their expressions were soon whipped clean to their former smirks. This irritated Ryou greatly. What the fuck is wrong with these two? First they are arguing and then they use logic to contradict me!? Stupid little…well they are bigger and taller than me but that is not the point!
"Now what was that fourth question you were going to ask us weißer Rabe (3)?"
"You two and you stupid nicknames I don't really understand, I swear." Ryou muttered under his breath glaring at the two demon lords before composing himself once again. "Fine, my final question would be if you are the highest rank for demons, or if there really was a devil or satin or whatever the hell he…or she is. I am not sexist."
"Oh, well that is easy, we ar-" Akefia began only to be smacked by Bakura.
"You idiot! I just called answering the question! You can't just take it from me!"
"Well sorry, I did not think you had the capability to answer such a complicated question. You do know this one that actually requires information of present day hell?"
"And what makes you think that I do not?"
"Because I am 258 year old born demon and you are a mere 181 year old human who was turned into a demon! I think I would know more than you. Sorry but I won this battle." Akefia smirked in triumph as he grabbed a plate for Ryou's food that was mere moments from being finished.
"Age means nothing! Look, we may be lords, but there is a ruler of hell. Lords is the third highest in social ranking with the council being the second and the ruler himself first and yes he is male. He has a daughter heir who is claimed dead who gave birth to a son who is missing. The husband is unknown currently. Lord's blood is 'technically' sub category royalty, although not directly related to the ruler himself. We still possess the attributes that of the real royal blood line though. Was that so hard to explain Akefia!?"
Akefia claps proudly. "You made me so proud Bakura. I never thought I would see the day." Bakura just growls and takes the plate from Akefia, dishing the cook meal.
"Huh, never thought you were that young. I would have pegged you both to be a lot older than that given how you are lords." Ryou stated as he closed his eyes and propped his chine on the heel of his hand.
"I don't know whether to be insulted or complimented." Bakura spoke with confusion intertwined into his voice.
"It could go either way really. On one hand you may be accused for being pedophiles. But on the other hand I am not completely calling you old geezers." Ryou deadpanned with a small smirk on his face.
"For the first time, we are not Pedophiles! Bakura exclaimed. "Wait a second, completely!?"
"How old are you anyway, Ryou?" Akefia cut off Bakura's question. "For all we know you could be from fifteen to two hundred years old." Akefia inquired in a teasing way, but with curiosity woven into his tone.
Ryou's face contorted in irritation, his eyes continued to remain closed. "That is very blown out of the water you imbecile. I am seventeen if you must know."
"Oh fuck we are pedophiles." Akefia muttered with his eye twitching in shock.
"Ok! We are getting off that topic and onto a new one. Are you going to eat you meat or did I prepare it for nothing?"
"Huh?" Ryou opened his eyes and looked down to see a steaming hot cut of meat. Ryou nearly drooled at the sight before he was snapped out of his musings by a light chuckle. He looked over to the entrance and his expression turn to a heavy glare filled with worry and anger when Ryou came upon the sight of Malik's head peeking out from behind the kitchen door. Before the other Lords could look over, Malik was gone.
Ryou whipped the look from his face quickly as he cut off a piece of meat with the utensils in front of him. Ryou froze right when the meat hit is taste buds. "How is it, Ryou?" Bakura asked impatiently. Then suddenly both the demon lords were met with the sight of Ryou's eyes growing larger as he mewed contently of the taste.
Bakura smirked widely and fist pumped the air. "My cooking is a success yet again! In your face Akefia!" All Bakura got in a response was a sharp blow to the shoulder with him hissing 'shut up.'
As Ryou finished his meal, he let out a small yawn he tried to cover up, but the other two already noticed. "Tired?" Bakura inquired.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Ryou muttered, but he knew he was lying to himself as he felt another yawn threaten to make its appearance. "Ok fine, maybe a little."
Ryou soon found himself once again on the back of Akefia on his way to the room. Ryou tried to tell them that he was fine to walk now, but they were having none of that. The only explanation they gave was that 'he was still weak from his injuries which he will have to explain about later.' They are lying through their teeth, I know it. They would turn on me the millisecond they found out what a monster everyone sees me to be. Ryou thought bitterly, but unconsciously hoped that this was not true.
They soon made it back to Ryou's room and bid him a good night before returning to their room. Ryou sighed and decided to rest on his bed until Malik return.
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Malik laid under the bed for ten minutes after Ryou left with the two lords before he decided to explore the castle. Carefully, he slipped out from under the bed and peeked his head out of the door way. After seeing that the coast was clear, he slipped out of the room silently and started to wonder the halls. While doing so, he would leave a little, almost unnoticeable nicks in the wall so he would be able to return to Ryou's room if needed. They were slanted upwards in the direction the room was. As he would wonder closer to the room, they gradually flattened out into a horizontal line to show how close he would be to the room.
As Malik wondered the halls, he discovered the locations of the library, servant quarters, sitting room, and most recently the Kitchen. When he first arrived at the kitchen, he chuckled at the sight of Ryou almost drooling at a large piece of steaming meat on a plate in front of him. Malik made haste to leave though when Ryou turned his head in his direction, seeming to hear his soft laugh. He could have sworn he saw Ryou glare at him in worry and anger.
As the exploration continued though, Malik stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the tale-tail sound of a male's voice speaking his friends name in a harsh tone. Malik searched for the man and noticed a door left ajar with flickering light streaming out the crack.
Quietly, Malik sneaked over to the door and peered inside, careful not to move it. Inside he saw two men sitting by a live fire in the hearth. One seemed to be covered in bandages from his face to his stomach. This man came off to be a brute of a guard due to his massive muscle mass. One of his arms was currently being tended to by a man with long green hair while the other rests limply on his lap, already wrapped and bandaged as the rest of his body. The green haired man suddenly stood up, finished with his work and took a proper seat across from his companion.
"I am sorry Ushio, but could you run that by me again. I do not quite understand what you are saying. That boy is a mere lowly angel with bright wings who must have been bullied in his village or had abusive parents, nothing more and nothing less. Though the mere thought of angles being bullies or abusive seems highly unlikely. Now you are saying he is some sort of dangerous mutant? That is hard to believe Ushio." The green haired spoke carefully to the larger soldier.
'Bull fucking shit angles are not abusive or bullies! HELLO!? PROOF RIGHT HERE! Wait they can't see me…I AM STILL PROOF!' Malik thought to himself.
"Darts, I have seen this thing inits true form with my very eyes for what it really is! That thing is part demon!" Ushio shouted in a hushed tone. "I can even prove it to you! Just get me that thing and I can it to you!"
Darts seemed to be in thought for a few moments before the response that made Malik's blood run cold came. "Fine, but if you are wrong, then not only my head will be at risk but yours as well.
Malik gasped and stumbled backwards, leaning on the wall for support. H-how…how did he know about Ryou? Was he at the palace for some event? Or was it when we….oh God no… Malik broke out of his musings suddenly he heard Darts asked "Did you hear that?"
Deciding not to stick around and be discovered, Malik took off down a nearby hall as fast as he could. After many twists and turns through the halls, Malik finally found one of his many tick marks that lead to Ryou's room. He decided to rest on the wall for a couple minutes to catch his breath.
By the time he was able to continue through the halls again, a hand clamped down on his right shoulder, freezing him in place. Slowly, Malik looked from the hand, taking note that the demon's skin was a bronze color with very sharp nails, and followed it up his arm, noticing that his forearm was wrapped in similar gold bangles as his own. From there he looked at a black uniformed chest. It was not that of a traditional soldier's uniform of the army or of a palace guard. From what Malik could see, the black leather jacket, the zipper was placed off to the man's right side in a slanted angle. Around his waist was an ebony sword with a silver handle similar to Ryou's back at their personal hell. His legs were wrapped loosely in black trousers, tucked neatly into Combat boots. A thin black tail that reached the floor came from the man's lower back, swayed side to side lazily. Malik's eyes then glided up to the soldiers face. It bore a blank expression, but his purple eyes betrayed his stoic features for it showed hints of curiosity. Under his eyes seemed to be black, Egyptian markings, also identical to his own. His hair was platinum and seems to hold no bounds to tame. Through the messy hair, two horns curled out, seeming easy to be lost in the sandy locks.
When the man spoke, it came out as a deep baritone that somewhat surprised Malik. "What are you doing here?"
Malik grasped for words. Shit, not good! REALLY not good! "U-um. I was just…"
The guard raised an eyebrow at him. "Servants are not allowed in this part of the castle unless called by the Lords. Nor are they permitted to wear that clothing. Now I repeat myself. What are you doing here?"
"I…just arrived here as a new servant…and was told by the Lords to…to…" Malik slowly spoke. Shit Malik think of something! I think I might get thrown in the dungeons if I am not careful! NOOO! IT SMELLS DOWN THERE! Not to mention there is most likely a creepy old man with a lazy eye named Brian that looks at everyone funny. But why are they all named Brian though? Is it some sort of cult? "…To go to a guest room that is no longer occupied and clean it? I lost my way."
The guard looked skeptical of him as he looked Malik over. His face remained neutral before he suddenly turned and began to walk down a nearby. "Come on, I will show you the way. And you better change your clothes by tomorrow." Malik let out a breath he was holding and followed the man.
As they continued to walk, he noticed one of his tick marks and began to distanced himself slowly from the guard and slipped into a nearby hallway in silence. As soon as he got away he dashed as fast as he could in the direction of Ryou's room. Sadly after a few turns, he heard footsteps behind him. How did he already know!? Does he have hears like a bat? …Or was there actually someone instructed to clean a guest room and I almost did their job?
Malik took to running blindly down the halls at this point, knowing that Ryou's room was near. Just as he passed an open door way, a hand shot out and quickly pulled him into the room. Malik began to scream before a familiar pale hand was placed over his mouth, muffling him. Malik immediately relaxed when he noticed it was he friend that saved him.
"You are an idiot." Ryou dead panned as he pulled his hand away.
"Ryou, you came to save me!" Malik smiled and hugged his friend.
"Yes, yes I am the magnificent hero who has saved the princess!"
"HEY! I am no princess! I am a prince who happens to like cross dressing! There is nothing wrong with that!"
"No Malik, of course I would not. Who am I to judge your life choices whether to wear a skirt of pants?" Ryou smirked as he teased his friend.
"Thank you. You get off with you head this time!" Malik declared with a smirk while Ryou just rolled his eyes.
"Continuing on, what are you running from any way?" Ryou inquired.
"Heheh, well you see. Hypothetically, I may or may not have been caught by a guard who thought I was a servant and then almost lead to clean a room."
"Hypothetically my ass!" A voice came from the door way, causing the two 'angles' to turn and see the tanned guard with a scowl etched across his face.
The only thought that came to the two boy's minds was one simple phrase. 'We are so fucked.'
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1 That is German for 'hell cat. I meant to use Google translate (considering it is wrong sometimes) as the translator.
2 I am actually unsure if this is the actual definition. But I know it is related.
3 That is also German for 'white raven' also used google translate for reason above.
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