Hehe. Another chapter. I have to start writing this now - might as well
seeing as FF.net is down. * glares at computer screen *
Um.so does anyone out there know any good sites where I can find some good yugioh fics/pics? Besides Chihuahua.chu.jp
That's a great site ppls!!!!!!!! ~*~ Now, time for a joke ~ Part I of Things That Piss Me Off
~ People who point at their wrist while asking for the time. I know where my watch is buddy, where the fuck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the bathroom is?
~ People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.
~ When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Fuck off. What good is a goddamn cake if you can't eat it? What, should I eat someone else's cake instead?
~*~
\ blah \ - thoughts
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Don't Tell
Chapter 2:
~*~
A lone figure was lying down on a branch of an oak tree, mindlessly chewing away at a toothpick. His arms were behind his head, and crimson eyes stared up into the leaves overhead. He was, as most would put it, handsome, dashing, and even downright sexy.
But so is every child of the night, or vampires, as many would call them.
And, like the others of his kind, he led a mortal life as to avoid suspicion. He had a job, and was rather successful. It helped when you have mind-bending powers. He could bend any mortal to his will.
He smiled to himself - his life was filled with perks. Not to mention he was one of the most powerful vampires alive. No one would dare challenge him unless they were foolhardy or had a death wish.
Gently, he pulled his dagger out of the sheath on his boot. His dagger. The lovely weapon had won him many, many fights - a pure silver blade and a black ivory hilt with a gold outline of a dragon with ruby eyes and claws.
The said weapon had an ancient magic flowing through it, poisonous to his kind, older even than the demon himself. How he got, you may ask. He stole it from a vampire hunter, a witch. A rather difficult task, but the witch never saw daylight again.
Twirling the dagger in his fingers, his smirk deepened. \ One small cut with this blade \, he thought idly, \ no matter how shallow \, now he began to trace shapes with it on his chest, \ will send pain shooting through your body, an icy fire racing throughout the body. Deep enough, and the victim will die out of wanting to escape the pain. Even if they live, there is a chance they will go insane. \ Oh, how he cherished his blade.
Placing the weapon back where it belonged, he glanced over to the building he had been at for the past 3 hours: Domino High.
And his prey was next to the window at the back of the classroom. The little look-alike had fallen asleep at his desk, a peaceful look coming over his face. (a/n: kawaii!! ^_^) The creature had to admit - the little one looked enticing, especially in leather. He chuckled darkly. Maybe he would have some fun first before disposing of the Angel. Or maybe even convert him.
Oh, the possibilities.
~*~
\ 5 more minutes! \ Yugi thought impatiently. \ Come on! Speed up you stupid clock! Yes! 2 more minutes! \ Even though Yugi knew he was going to face the wrath of Takashi, at least he didn't have to listen to Tomoyo- sensi babble on about parabolas. He hated Calculus with a passion.
4.3.2.1.Brriiiinnnnggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
\ Thank Kami-sama! No more school! No more torture! \
And this was true in a sense - it was a Friday and it was also a 5-day weekend. For Yugi, this would be 5 days of surfing the net and practicing his artwork. Life was good. If only he could avoid Takashi, it would be a perfect weekend.
Picking up his bag, he ran out of the room and tore down the hall. The wind swept his hair back as he jumped off the steps of his school. Freedom did one wonders.
~*~
The creature opened one eye from its perch. \ Hmm.so the little one has left. \ He yawned and stretched his arms before standing up. He shook his head. \ I * really * need to find something better to do with my time than stalk my prey.\ Sighing, he leaped stealthily off the branch, not disturbing one leaf. Unnoticed, he made his way to the student parking lot where his ride was. Sure, he could mentally transport himself where ever he desired, but he had grown fond of his motorcycle. It was a blood red color, the same as his eyes.
Now, off to find his prey.
~*~
So far so good. No sign of Takashi. Maybe he would make it home unharmed. For once he thought ruefully.
A slight zephyr ruffled his tri-colored hair, his amethyst eyes shining. His features were shaded as he began to walk under the trees. Instead of going home, he took a slight detour to Sakura Park. The Sakura trees were in full blossom, their petals drifting softly to the ground.
Suddenly, he tensed. He could feel someone behind him.
"Well, well. What do we have here?"
Yugi froze. He knew what was behind him: Takashi. Gods, he wished that he hadn't gone to the park! He would've been home by now!
"If it isn't little Yugi, all alone. How predictable." Takashi sneered.
Yugi's blood boiled. The sound of that bastard's voice was enough to piss him off.
"And no one to run to because no one cares. Who are you going to go to? Mommy and Daddy? Oh, that's right - they're dead!" Takashi began to laugh his head off, as if what he just said was tremendously witty.
That was it. No one, and he meant no one, talked about his parents that way.
"What did you say?" Yugi hissed, his eyes flashing violently.
"You heard me. Your. Parents. Are. Dead."
"Urusai kono bakayaro [1]." Yugi fumed.
"What did you call me?!" Takashi raged.
"You heard me, bakayaro."
"That's it, you little runt!"
Takashi lunged at Yugi, anger written all over his face. His fist landed solidly with Yugi's jaw, and a sickening crack resounded throughout the peaceful clearing.
Through this entire argument, crimson eyes watched them, now turning into a darker, blood red color. No one was allowed to taint his Angel until he had his way with him.
Growling softly under his breath, he focused his energy on the bully. Within no time, the bully got a glazed look on his face before slumping forward on the ground. The little one took no notice of it - he had passed out after the second blow.
Grinning, he stepped out from behind the trees towards Takashi. Effortlessly, he glided towards Takashi. Bending down, he grasped his shoulders and supported the limp body against his own. The angel of death was over whelmed by blood lust, the vein in Takashi's neck pounding with fervor.
White fangs slid out of their sheath, glistening in the fading light.. He leaned over, grazing the skin with his fangs. They pierced through and blood, warm, sweet, intoxicating blood, came bubbling out. He drank and drank until no more was left but a lifeless body colored white. Then came the strength, the rejuvenating feel that came after only one has satiated their bloodlust.
It was then that he glanced over at Yugi, his angel. Gently, he picked him up, such tenderness not felt for millennia. It was then that Yugi woke.
"Wha.?"
"Sleep little Yugi." The creature demanded, placing his thumb on the child's forehead.
"What's your name?" Yugi asked, his speech slurred with sleep
The demon hesitated.
"Yami."
That was the last thing that he could remember of that encounter. That, and Crimson eyes. Slowly, Yami made his way to his bike and rode to Yugi's home with Yugi in his lap.
~*~
\ Lights off. Wonder if anyone's home? \ Yami wondered aimlessly.
Shrugging, he teleported himself inside. No one was home; he could sense it. As he passed the counter, a note caught his attention. Yugi,
I was called away for a conference in England. Won't be back for a week. Call my cell if something happens, or just e-mail me. I'll call you when I reach my hotel. Left money in the account - take as much as you need. Love, Grandpa
Yami smirked. Now he could be with his Angel without interruption.
Carrying Yugi up the stairs, Yami wondered why he was being so, so, kind to the little one. Must be because of the resemblance, he reasoned. It was then that he opened the door to Yugi's room. He approved. Darkness and dragons. He just wasn't so sure if it suited Yugi.
Sighing, he gazed down at Yugi. Pressing his palm to Yugi's jaw, he murmured a simple healing spell. His hand traveled down Yugi's body (get your minds out of the gutter - it's not a lemon - yet) healing all of his wounds. Finally, he said 3, sharp words that would erase Yugi's memories of what had occurred that day. Taking a step back, he admired the perfect little body bathed in moonlight. Before he realized what he was doing, he bent down, brushing his lips against the smaller version of himself. Standing up, he turned sharply and glided down the stairs.
Once outside, he looked up at Yugi's window. It was then (I use that phrase way too much.-_-) that Yami felt stirring in his heart, the heart that had not moved in 3 millennia, one that was as cold as ice and as hard as stone. But one knows that ice will seep into the cracks of the rock, slowly crumbling away at its foundation. And so, Yami's heart began to heal.
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Okay.that.that was a cheesy ending. * shakes head *
Oh well. Thankees to all the ppl who've reviewed! And, I can sympathize with KawaiiBlackMoon ~ AOL screwed up my computer.
So, yeah, I love writing fics..but I probably won't update 'till Monday.I'm going to Santa Barbara this weekend! ^_^ Yay! Now I can visit my favorite Gas Station! I know, I know it's odd. But everyone is entitled to their favorite whatever. So yeah! Review, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! I know I'm back, and I'm sorry I deleted Blood Lust. But I will finish this fic or Ra my strike me down!
Um.so does anyone out there know any good sites where I can find some good yugioh fics/pics? Besides Chihuahua.chu.jp
That's a great site ppls!!!!!!!! ~*~ Now, time for a joke ~ Part I of Things That Piss Me Off
~ People who point at their wrist while asking for the time. I know where my watch is buddy, where the fuck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the bathroom is?
~ People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.
~ When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Fuck off. What good is a goddamn cake if you can't eat it? What, should I eat someone else's cake instead?
~*~
\ blah \ - thoughts
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't Tell
Chapter 2:
~*~
A lone figure was lying down on a branch of an oak tree, mindlessly chewing away at a toothpick. His arms were behind his head, and crimson eyes stared up into the leaves overhead. He was, as most would put it, handsome, dashing, and even downright sexy.
But so is every child of the night, or vampires, as many would call them.
And, like the others of his kind, he led a mortal life as to avoid suspicion. He had a job, and was rather successful. It helped when you have mind-bending powers. He could bend any mortal to his will.
He smiled to himself - his life was filled with perks. Not to mention he was one of the most powerful vampires alive. No one would dare challenge him unless they were foolhardy or had a death wish.
Gently, he pulled his dagger out of the sheath on his boot. His dagger. The lovely weapon had won him many, many fights - a pure silver blade and a black ivory hilt with a gold outline of a dragon with ruby eyes and claws.
The said weapon had an ancient magic flowing through it, poisonous to his kind, older even than the demon himself. How he got, you may ask. He stole it from a vampire hunter, a witch. A rather difficult task, but the witch never saw daylight again.
Twirling the dagger in his fingers, his smirk deepened. \ One small cut with this blade \, he thought idly, \ no matter how shallow \, now he began to trace shapes with it on his chest, \ will send pain shooting through your body, an icy fire racing throughout the body. Deep enough, and the victim will die out of wanting to escape the pain. Even if they live, there is a chance they will go insane. \ Oh, how he cherished his blade.
Placing the weapon back where it belonged, he glanced over to the building he had been at for the past 3 hours: Domino High.
And his prey was next to the window at the back of the classroom. The little look-alike had fallen asleep at his desk, a peaceful look coming over his face. (a/n: kawaii!! ^_^) The creature had to admit - the little one looked enticing, especially in leather. He chuckled darkly. Maybe he would have some fun first before disposing of the Angel. Or maybe even convert him.
Oh, the possibilities.
~*~
\ 5 more minutes! \ Yugi thought impatiently. \ Come on! Speed up you stupid clock! Yes! 2 more minutes! \ Even though Yugi knew he was going to face the wrath of Takashi, at least he didn't have to listen to Tomoyo- sensi babble on about parabolas. He hated Calculus with a passion.
4.3.2.1.Brriiiinnnnggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
\ Thank Kami-sama! No more school! No more torture! \
And this was true in a sense - it was a Friday and it was also a 5-day weekend. For Yugi, this would be 5 days of surfing the net and practicing his artwork. Life was good. If only he could avoid Takashi, it would be a perfect weekend.
Picking up his bag, he ran out of the room and tore down the hall. The wind swept his hair back as he jumped off the steps of his school. Freedom did one wonders.
~*~
The creature opened one eye from its perch. \ Hmm.so the little one has left. \ He yawned and stretched his arms before standing up. He shook his head. \ I * really * need to find something better to do with my time than stalk my prey.\ Sighing, he leaped stealthily off the branch, not disturbing one leaf. Unnoticed, he made his way to the student parking lot where his ride was. Sure, he could mentally transport himself where ever he desired, but he had grown fond of his motorcycle. It was a blood red color, the same as his eyes.
Now, off to find his prey.
~*~
So far so good. No sign of Takashi. Maybe he would make it home unharmed. For once he thought ruefully.
A slight zephyr ruffled his tri-colored hair, his amethyst eyes shining. His features were shaded as he began to walk under the trees. Instead of going home, he took a slight detour to Sakura Park. The Sakura trees were in full blossom, their petals drifting softly to the ground.
Suddenly, he tensed. He could feel someone behind him.
"Well, well. What do we have here?"
Yugi froze. He knew what was behind him: Takashi. Gods, he wished that he hadn't gone to the park! He would've been home by now!
"If it isn't little Yugi, all alone. How predictable." Takashi sneered.
Yugi's blood boiled. The sound of that bastard's voice was enough to piss him off.
"And no one to run to because no one cares. Who are you going to go to? Mommy and Daddy? Oh, that's right - they're dead!" Takashi began to laugh his head off, as if what he just said was tremendously witty.
That was it. No one, and he meant no one, talked about his parents that way.
"What did you say?" Yugi hissed, his eyes flashing violently.
"You heard me. Your. Parents. Are. Dead."
"Urusai kono bakayaro [1]." Yugi fumed.
"What did you call me?!" Takashi raged.
"You heard me, bakayaro."
"That's it, you little runt!"
Takashi lunged at Yugi, anger written all over his face. His fist landed solidly with Yugi's jaw, and a sickening crack resounded throughout the peaceful clearing.
Through this entire argument, crimson eyes watched them, now turning into a darker, blood red color. No one was allowed to taint his Angel until he had his way with him.
Growling softly under his breath, he focused his energy on the bully. Within no time, the bully got a glazed look on his face before slumping forward on the ground. The little one took no notice of it - he had passed out after the second blow.
Grinning, he stepped out from behind the trees towards Takashi. Effortlessly, he glided towards Takashi. Bending down, he grasped his shoulders and supported the limp body against his own. The angel of death was over whelmed by blood lust, the vein in Takashi's neck pounding with fervor.
White fangs slid out of their sheath, glistening in the fading light.. He leaned over, grazing the skin with his fangs. They pierced through and blood, warm, sweet, intoxicating blood, came bubbling out. He drank and drank until no more was left but a lifeless body colored white. Then came the strength, the rejuvenating feel that came after only one has satiated their bloodlust.
It was then that he glanced over at Yugi, his angel. Gently, he picked him up, such tenderness not felt for millennia. It was then that Yugi woke.
"Wha.?"
"Sleep little Yugi." The creature demanded, placing his thumb on the child's forehead.
"What's your name?" Yugi asked, his speech slurred with sleep
The demon hesitated.
"Yami."
That was the last thing that he could remember of that encounter. That, and Crimson eyes. Slowly, Yami made his way to his bike and rode to Yugi's home with Yugi in his lap.
~*~
\ Lights off. Wonder if anyone's home? \ Yami wondered aimlessly.
Shrugging, he teleported himself inside. No one was home; he could sense it. As he passed the counter, a note caught his attention. Yugi,
I was called away for a conference in England. Won't be back for a week. Call my cell if something happens, or just e-mail me. I'll call you when I reach my hotel. Left money in the account - take as much as you need. Love, Grandpa
Yami smirked. Now he could be with his Angel without interruption.
Carrying Yugi up the stairs, Yami wondered why he was being so, so, kind to the little one. Must be because of the resemblance, he reasoned. It was then that he opened the door to Yugi's room. He approved. Darkness and dragons. He just wasn't so sure if it suited Yugi.
Sighing, he gazed down at Yugi. Pressing his palm to Yugi's jaw, he murmured a simple healing spell. His hand traveled down Yugi's body (get your minds out of the gutter - it's not a lemon - yet) healing all of his wounds. Finally, he said 3, sharp words that would erase Yugi's memories of what had occurred that day. Taking a step back, he admired the perfect little body bathed in moonlight. Before he realized what he was doing, he bent down, brushing his lips against the smaller version of himself. Standing up, he turned sharply and glided down the stairs.
Once outside, he looked up at Yugi's window. It was then (I use that phrase way too much.-_-) that Yami felt stirring in his heart, the heart that had not moved in 3 millennia, one that was as cold as ice and as hard as stone. But one knows that ice will seep into the cracks of the rock, slowly crumbling away at its foundation. And so, Yami's heart began to heal.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay.that.that was a cheesy ending. * shakes head *
Oh well. Thankees to all the ppl who've reviewed! And, I can sympathize with KawaiiBlackMoon ~ AOL screwed up my computer.
So, yeah, I love writing fics..but I probably won't update 'till Monday.I'm going to Santa Barbara this weekend! ^_^ Yay! Now I can visit my favorite Gas Station! I know, I know it's odd. But everyone is entitled to their favorite whatever. So yeah! Review, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! I know I'm back, and I'm sorry I deleted Blood Lust. But I will finish this fic or Ra my strike me down!