AUTHOR'S NOTE: Do you guys know about NaN0WriMo? Well, it's basically National Novel Writing Month, which starts at the beginning of November. Then for that entire month you have to write a 50,000 word novel! Which is basically 1700 words a day! O.o
I've been thinking about it, and I really want to participate this year. Last year I didn't meet my goal which kind of sucked. So I'm going to try and finish Wolfshipping by Halloween, but I want to write a 50,000 fan fiction this year. So what kind of fan fic do you guys want to read after Wolfshipping? I can't guarantee there will be an update every day since my chapters tend to me pretty long, but they should be regular like Wolfshipping was in the beginning. Much as I love Joey/Kaiba, I really want to have a change of pace after this. If you guys have any preferences tell me in the review! You also don't have to exclusively choose from Yugioh either, you can choose from Yu Yu Hakusho as well! I'm afraid those are the only two animes I'm quite familiar with other than Inuyasha, but I just ain't feeling it for Inuyasha lately. ^_^'
Ryou coughed and sputtered, his mind immediately waking screaming for him to escape. He leaned forward, trying to yank his hands into his line of sight only to realize he was tied down. Beginning to panic, he frantically searched from side to side for any sign of Bakura but only felt the cold metal of a gun barrel against his temple. Ryou felt his body begin to hyperventilate as his breaths came in shorter and shorter gasps which set his heart to pounding in his chest.
Bakura? Ryou thought meekly, but the click of the safety being pulled back caused his mind to reel.
"Take deep breaths, at this rate you're going to give yourself a heart attack." Said a cold voice, and Ryou tensed, recognizing who it was. His nostrils flared, scared shitless at the idea of the mad CEO, but he did as he was told. Ryou concentrated on taking a deep breath through his mouth and releasing it through his nose. After a few minutes, his heart rate slowed down to a point where he wasn't in danger of dying from fright.
"Are you calm?" Asked the voice, and Ryou tried to turn his head to see who it was talking to him. He recognized the voice, but he still wanted to have a visual. Immediately he was hit over the temple with the butt of the gun, causing him to see stars. He felt a warmth spreading from the wound and soaking into his school uniform. Ryou was so shocked at being hit he forgot to scream and began to shake uncontrollably in his bonds.
"Stay facing forward or I'll make this worse." Kaiba said, and Ryou had to admit the brunette sounded pissed. He nodded his head in assent, hoping it would appease his captor. Seemingly satisfied, he felt the barrel of the gun pressed against his head.
"Now, tell me, where did you find Bakura?"
…...
Bakura already knew something was wrong when Joey came around the corner. He could smell the burning of a Shadow Game on his pack mate's fur. Joey seemed to be on the verge of throwing himself into battle and cast his alpha a glance before going to crouch beside him in the bushes. Bakura felt a flash of annoyance at the arrogant young werewolf, but ignored the alarming signs as he returned his attention to the problem at hand.
"Where were you?" Bakura spat, after having transformed back into his human form. Joey had done the same, but he appeared to be dangerously stoic in the face of the emergency. A smile kept twitching at the corner of his mouth that Bakura felt wasn't altogether humorous. The blonde's eyes were swimming with red as he scented the air. The alpha werewolf didn't bother to comment on Joey's new ability to transform with his clothes still on.
"Playing a game, had a chat with a friend. What's gecko been up to? We paying him an afternoon visit?" Joey asked, raising his voice. Near the front entrance two bodyguards froze, scanning the area from behind impenetrable sunglasses as their safety locks clicked on their machine guns. Bakura hit the blond over the head, stifling a low growl as the two guards walked by their hiding place.
"Are you fucking crazy? We're here to save Ryou, not to sate your lust on the damn snake! Get your head on straight, Joseph. Before I twist it off your shoulders for you." Bakura snarled, at the end of his rope in the situation. Joey let out a low chuckle in response which just angered the elder thief even more.
Joey felt absolutely invincible, as if after the shadow game a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Why had his mind been so clouded before? He just shrugged at the idea, rising from the hiding spot. Striding with a sole purpose towards the arm guards who froze where they were, than began shouting for him to turn around and go back. Joey just gave them a sunny smile as if he wasn't imagining their guts spilled on the ground for the crows to snack on. Behind him he heard Bakura coughing in astonishment at his blatant disregard to orders.
"Hey, you there! No visitors allowed at this time, Mr. Kaiba is very busy." One of the bodyguards said, hefting his machine gun in clear sight. Joey raised an eyebrow, more amused than anything. Wouldn't it be funny if he just kept on walking, and they couldn't kill him no matter how many rounds they pumped into his body? He smirked, thinking of the innuendo except in reverse for a certain cerulean eyed duelist.
"Well, you can tell Mr. Kaiba that Mr. Wheeler wishes to speak with him. It's very urgent, and I believe he'll be very upset if you shoot his boyfriend." Joey said casually, raising an arrogant eyebrow at the two bodyguards. Now they men appeared nervous, both having broken out into a cold sweat. Clearly, the blond wasn't intimidated by their guns and seemed quite confident he would be let in. And what was this about a boyfriend?
Joey began whistling a tune as the two men put their heads together and started talking quietly. Bakura was shocked at the young man's claim, and wanted nothing more than to toss him into oncoming traffic. Apparently, the boy's rash tactic seemed to be working for he could smell the men's unease from where he hid. Finally, after about five minutes of discussion both men turned around to face the blond again.
"So, can I see my boy toy now or do I have to call him? Seto will come out here to get me if he has to. Though, I think he'd be pretty pissed not even his own bodyguards didn't recognize me. You guys might be in some serious shit if that happens." Joey commented as the men's nervousness returned. One of them, with a ridiculous hairdo similar to Tristan's cleared his throat.
"Sir-I mean, Mr. Wheeler, if you could please just wait back at your home I'm sure Mr. Kaiba will be more than willing to call you once he's done. He specifically told us no one is allowed in or out of the mansion at this time. He's discussing confidential business with a guest and cannot be disturbed."
Joey just started laughing than, amused at the bodyguard who took a step back. He seemed unable to decide whether he should shoot the individual in question or not. His gun was half-heartedly cocked up as if reluctant to make a move. His partner was no help, who was as confused as he was. They had been counting on the guns to scare anyone away since they meant business. However, this young man didn't even care.
"You guys don't get it, do you?" Joey drawled out, beginning to walk forward. The men backed up, hefting their guns even higher in warning.
"Go ahead, shoot me. It won't do you any good. I'll just get back up again." Joey mocked them and this time he smelled the sourness of the two men as they became irritated at his comment.
"Kevlar vests can only stand so many bullets, young man. Now why don't you turn around and head back home? We'll tell Mr. Kaiba you dropped by and to give you a call as soon as possible." Their confidence was back now, because they thought Joey was simply acting to throw them off. Joey stopped five feet away from them, blinking in confusion.
"Vest? I ain't wearing no vest, see for yourself." Joey said as he reached up as if to unbutton his school jacket. Two things happened in one moment.
The bodyguard with the unusual hairdo cried out, in his mind thinking the teen in front of him was a suicide bomber. In a panic his trigger finger automatically squeezed and a spray of bullets hit the blond teen in the chest.
For a horrible moment Joey's eyes widened, as in slow motion the guard watched in horror as spots of red began spread over the teen's chest. As Joey was thrown back by the momentum of the bullets, a sadistic smile crossed his face. His eyes finally blazing into full out demonic fury as his face began to elongate into a snout. Catching himself on the pavement, Joey crouched for a millisecond before launching himself back at the two guards.
Both men cried out, now fully shooting at the werewolf bearing down on them. Behind Joey they heard someone cursing, before a dark skinned man with a scar on his face burst out of the bushes. Yelling something intelligible as he touched a golden ornament hanging around his neck. Joey landed on the guy whose name he finally recognized with the ridiculous hairdo, also known as Nesbit. He had been the same man who had worked for Pegasus back during Duelist Kingdom and held Mokuba hostage when Yami was dueling Seto's evil half.
With glee Joey grabbed the man's head, having knocked him down to the pavement. Underneath him Nesbit was struggling to get up, his machine gun having flown out of his grip during the fall. A few feet away his partner aimed at the monster but was brought down by the man with a scar.
Joey gave Nesbit's head a sharp twist, a wet cracking sound coming from the fallen man. Nesbit ceased to move after that, only a slight twitching of his fingers and right foot indicating he was even still alive. Joey snuffled the head with his snout, curious to sense the man still alive. With a shrug he grabbed the man's head again, his neck at an odd angle from being broken. Joey began twisting the head around and around like a corkscrew before he yanked upward successfully separating the head from the body.
To his right Bakura had punched Nesbit's partner in the temple, successfully knocking him out. With the ring he quickly erased the poor man's memory of the incident and turned around to scold Joey. When he heard the crack his senses went on full alert, and he spun around just in time to see Joey holding Nesbit's head in his hands. A bit of spine stuck out from the bottom dripping blood and altogether Bakura suddenly felt sick. He had killed many men in his time, but never…..never played with the body afterward.
Still in his werewolf form, Joey dropped the head and watched as it slowly began rolling away. Amazingly, the sunglasses stayed on for which Bakura was grateful. He didn't want to see the dead man's eyes, damning him for not saving him in time. Joey suddenly took off after the head after a few seconds, grabbing the head in his mouth and shaking it from side to side as if it was a chew toy.
Bakura bulked, feeling bile rise into his mouth at the sight. Joey dashed back and forth in the driveway letting out small growls of pleasure as he snarled playfully with the head in his mouth. In macabre act of a puppy playing with a stick Joey tossed the head up in the air, watching it fall down with a wet smack back on the cement before taking off after it as if shot from a cannon. As he continued to play, spots of blood began appearing all over the place. Seeing a fully-fledged werewolf playing with a human head was just to much for the ancient thief.
Bending over Bakura retched out the contents of his stomach on the ground. In front of him the body had begun to form a ring of blood from its stump of a neck. The sickeningly sweet scent made him even more nauseated, causing him to retch again. It was only when Joey had tired of his new toy and began to rip strips of flesh to eat did Bakura return to his senses.
"JOEY!" Bakura shouted, screaming so loud that nearby the birds had even stopped chirping. Joey raised his head, a piece of scalp hanging from his mouth. The front of his muzzle was stained red from his feeding which made Bakura even more pissed.
"You promised me….you promised me…." Bakura said, beginning to shake. He couldn't tell if he was mad or terrified from the horrible act. Blinking, Joey swallowed the strip of flesh and transformed back into a human. His shirt was riddled with bullet holes and blood, but for the most part he appeared sane. If it weren't for the blood smeared at the corner of his mouth.
"What? I was hungry."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry if the chapter is a bit shorter than usual. But I really wanted to update it soon and this seemed like a good part to stop the chapter at. Don't worry, I will be updating again as soon as possible. Oh, and watch out for werewolves on your way home at night, guys. ;)