Wow…thanks for the reviews…they mean so much to me…
Okay - hope everybody had a great New Years! My resolution is to finish this fic!
And, in the immortal words of the well-known T.V. psychic Criswell, "Greetings, my friends. We are all interested in the future because that's where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives."
Cool, huh?
~*~
Jokey time! ~ Part III of Things That Piss Me Off (It's the last one of the series, sorry!)
~ When a cop pulls you over and then asks if you know how fast you were going? You should know asshole you fucking pulled me over.
~ When people say, "Life is short." What the fuck?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever fucking does!! What? Are they going to fucking do something that's longer?
~ When people ask, "Can I BORROW a piece of paper?" Sure, but please don't return the favor! It's a goddamn piece of paper!
~ When you are waiting for the bus and someone ask you "Did the bus come yet?" If the bus came I would not be standing here asshole!
~*~
\ blah \ - thoughts
/ blah / - innocent to vampire
// blah // - vampire to innocent
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Don't Tell
Chapter 4:
~*~
Yami pulled away slowly from the lithe body in front of him. He hesitated. It would not be in his best interest to kill the grandson of Sogroku Motou. (Again, tell me how to spell it!!!! First person will get a special appearance in my ficcy…No yamis included in deal)
That, and…he hesitated. There was something else there, something that kept him from finishing the job he had started. He passed it off as the fact he wanted to save Yugi to use for another time.
Damn, that was good blood.
~*~Yami's POV~*~
I looked down at the Little Angel I was holding in my arms. Groaning inwardly, I realized that I couldn't leave him here overnight. Or rather, you couldn't let yourself leave him here overnight, a voice in the back of my head whispered. I ignored it.
Grabbing his coat, I teleported the both of us back to his room. The dragons inside glowed eerily thanks to the moonlight that filtering in through the window.
I set him down gently on his bed. The blood loss wasn't severe - he just wouldn't get up for a day or so.
His face was outlined by the moonlight, his mouth partially opened and forming a smile.
Could he ever become a Hunter like his kin?
Somehow, I could not picture him as a ruthless hunter that killed mercilessly. He was too, how should I put it? Angelic, fragile, pure, innocent, well, you get the idea.
But if he did turn out that way, at least it would offer me a decent challenge. And if he drew my blood…I could call a blood claim. (another idea from Demon in my View)
Then no one could harm him but me. But what would be the fun in depriving Yugi from practice? Too many weak vampires were running amok; they were a disgrace to our kind.
I leaned down, my lips brushing gently against his in a chaste kiss.
"Goodbye, hikari no tenshi [1]…" I whispered, fading out of the room and back into Las Noches.
~*~
As soon as I turned around, I knew I was in for it. Bakura. Why was he here?
"So, the Pharaoh has a crush." Bakura snickered. "Or are you just using him like all the others?"
"Mind your own business, Tomb Robber."
"Ooo! I seemed to have hit a nerve!" Bakura grinned. "Has the almighty Pharaoh gone soft?" He questioned mockingly.
"No."
"Yes, I do believe you have." He snickered.
"No, I haven't." I said, gritting my teeth together. My aura started to flicker, doubling in size. The tomb robber took no notice of it.
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"No. I. Haven't." I hiss, my eyes darkening to almost black. My power tripled, my aura over powering Bakura's. He was no match for me, and I could kill him easily when angered.
He backed off. He wasn't stupid enough to evoke my wrath.
"Fine." He spat. "Even if you haven't gone soft, I can tell you have feelings for him. I know I can sense it."
Damn him. He could always read someone's emotions like an open book, unless they put up a mental barrier. Only a few could block him out. I had forgotten to keep my shields up. Oh well, I could always look into his near future and see what it held for him. I grinned. It seems that the Tomb Robber was beginning to go soft as well with his own look alike.
I snickered.
"What's so funny Pharaoh!?" He demanded.
"It seems, Bakura, that I'm not the only one going soft. You should watch out."
"What do you mean?"
"Tsk, tsk Bakura!" I said, waggling my finger in front of his face. "That is for me to know and for you to find out. After all, no one should know what lies in their future."
He growled. "Except you, am I right?"
I nodded. I had inherited Shadow Powers from when I was still a mortal. This gave me an advantage over others.
Besides the usual increase in speed, strength, sight, hearing, smell, being able to teleport myself wherever, shape shift, control other's minds, mind reading, and having psychic abilities, I could also gather power and energy from the Shadow Realm, which gave me the special ability of reading the future. (whew! Now that's a run-on sentence!)
"Damn you." He hissed.
"Too late Bakura."
"Whatever. I have better things to do." And, he vanished into thin air.
I loved my gift.
~*~Bakura's POV~*~
Damn that Pharaoh and his accursed Gift!
There is no way I'll ever go soft! But then again, his predictions were never wrong.
Torn, I decided to watch my back and kill the first thing that started to affect me.
I will prove that baka Pharaoh wrong.
~*~
4-19-03 ~ the day after Las Noches at 4:36 pm; Yugi's room
~*~Yugi's POV~*~
Man, I had a killer headache. What did Yami do to me? The last thing that I remember was…I don't know.
Rolling over, I glanced at my clock. 4:37 pm. Is it even possible to sleep that long? And what happened to me last night?
Let me see…
I got there, bouncer scanned my eye, met Yami, drooled, he threatened me, and…I woke up here; feeling like crap. I looked around. I should really redecorate. Finding my way in the black was hell, especially at night. Blue would be nice, with a silver dust, crosshatching pattern. And dark blue curtains. The bed would be white with black dragons on it. My nightstand would become clear, like my desk.
Everything else would stay the same.
I closed my eyes and pictured my room that was. (It looks better than it sounds trust me, my room looks like that, kinda…)
I gasped; it felt as if though my life force was beginning to drain out of me. Then, I went blind.
~*~
I'm thinking about re-writing the entire story…it'll still have the same plot, only better.
I'll let you know later….
Should I end it here? Hmmm…. scroll down and see!
And then review!
~*~
My sight came back a few moments later. Groggily, I gazed around the room. Where was I…?
I looked outside. It was my neighborhood. It was the view from my window. But this wasn't my room, was it…? It looked just as I had imagined it. Was this my doing?
And what had Yami said?
~*~Flashback~*~
"The similarities…have you not noticed? And, of course, your powers…no matter how
weak."
~*~End Flashback~*~
Did I really have powers? And if redecorating my room in a minute was weak, then what was strong? And did my Grandpa know? What did Yami say about him?
~*~Flashback~*~
"Don't tell me that the grandson of the famous Sogroku Motou is unaware of his own lineage? How can this be?"
~*~End Flashback~*~
I was going to have a long chat with my Grandpa when he returned. At least my room wasn't so morbid anymore. What else could I do with my power…?
I grinned. This was going to be fun!
~*~Normal POV~*~
Over the next few hours, Yugi had fun changing the molecular formula of objects around him. The carpeting was plusher, the couches bigger, and the once wilted fern now lively and twice in size. Sure, the practice left him drained, but he loved seeing the changes.
It was all so new to him! He didn't grow up in magic; he was never exposed to it. And now, and now he had all this raw power that was his and his alone to control.
Art was going to be a breeze, one small mistake and all he had to do was concentrate, and it vanished.
~*~
The next three, and final, days of his break were peaceful - Yugi just surfed the 'net and watched TV on their, um, recently improved screen. Say hello to a big screen plasma TV in the living room. And no homework meant freedom.
One may ask where Yami was during these past days. He was out of the country, dealing in some…business.
And finally, Yugi had to go back to school.
The hellish place that kept minors imprisoned 5 to 6 hours a day, saying it was good for them! The nerve! *glares at no one in particular*
~*~At school on Wednesday 4-23-03 second period~*~
~*~Yugi's POV~*~
Great. 30 minutes left in this class, and then I have one more. (they have block schedule)
And that was Art. At least that class wasn't so bad. My favorite actually. But right now I was in PE. And it was wrestling. And I was up next. Just imagine my joy. The great, overabundant mounds of happy, go-lucky joy. Am I becoming cynical?
"Motou, you're up!"
"Yes, Tanaka-sensi." I mumble. Maybe one of my new powers would be strength, I hoped. Not likely.
He looked down at his sheet. "Motou…you're up against…Daikun."
Oh great, just great. Daikun. Look at me jump up and down with ecstasy; I'm simply thrilled. Hopefully, after one punch, Tanaka-sensi will make Daikun stop. Hopefully.
Slowly, I stepped towards the ring.
"Hurry up Motou!" Tanaka yelled.
"Yeah Motou, I can't wait to beat you up into a bloody pulp." Daikun snickered.
I finally reached the ring. Hesitantly, I bowed to Daikun, never taking my eyes off of his bulking mass. I wasn't going to risk anything.
God, I wish the bell would ring right about now - RRRIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Yoroshii [2]! That's a wrap! Hit the showers and I'll see you on Friday!"
Daikun looked at me. "I'll finish what we started after school, Motou." He hissed.
Thank Kami-sama! I didn't have to fight! I rushed to the locker room, changed, and sped out before anyone could catch me.
Lunch, as usual, was uneventful. Now, time for art! We had been doing free draw for the past week, using any medium desired. Mine was an oil of two warriors of dragons, one light and one dark. Kanako-sensi tells me it's good, and I should enter it into the school Art Fair, but I declined. I didn't think it was good enough.
Realizing that I had screwed up what I was working on, I quickly "changed" it.
And then, school was over, and I had barely any homework. But I still have to fix the house. Grandpa is returning tomorrow.
I run out of the class and down the hall, hoping to avoid the bullies.
I make my way to the parking lot where I saw a motorcycle.
/ I wish I had a motorcycle…or any car for that manner. /
// So you do, do you? // I heard chuckling in my mind.
/ Great, just great. I'm going crazy. /
// Yugi, you hurt me! Not even remembering who I am. // A false hurt voice rang in my head. A deep, soothing voice that could only belong to -
/ Yami?! / More chuckling // The one and only //
/ What are you doing here?! /
// Giving you a ride home. //
/ Why..? / Now I was getting suspicious.
// Look, // he was now exasperated // I'll give you my word that I won't kidnap you. Just get on my bike and let's go. //
/ Is that a command or a request? /
// What do you think? // Telepathic smirk.
Sighing, I shook my head and climbed on. Holding on for dear life, Yami sped out of the parking lot and homeward.
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Another chapter completed.
Review, onegai!!!!!!!!!!
Okay - hope everybody had a great New Years! My resolution is to finish this fic!
And, in the immortal words of the well-known T.V. psychic Criswell, "Greetings, my friends. We are all interested in the future because that's where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives."
Cool, huh?
~*~
Jokey time! ~ Part III of Things That Piss Me Off (It's the last one of the series, sorry!)
~ When a cop pulls you over and then asks if you know how fast you were going? You should know asshole you fucking pulled me over.
~ When people say, "Life is short." What the fuck?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever fucking does!! What? Are they going to fucking do something that's longer?
~ When people ask, "Can I BORROW a piece of paper?" Sure, but please don't return the favor! It's a goddamn piece of paper!
~ When you are waiting for the bus and someone ask you "Did the bus come yet?" If the bus came I would not be standing here asshole!
~*~
\ blah \ - thoughts
/ blah / - innocent to vampire
// blah // - vampire to innocent
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Don't Tell
Chapter 4:
~*~
Yami pulled away slowly from the lithe body in front of him. He hesitated. It would not be in his best interest to kill the grandson of Sogroku Motou. (Again, tell me how to spell it!!!! First person will get a special appearance in my ficcy…No yamis included in deal)
That, and…he hesitated. There was something else there, something that kept him from finishing the job he had started. He passed it off as the fact he wanted to save Yugi to use for another time.
Damn, that was good blood.
~*~Yami's POV~*~
I looked down at the Little Angel I was holding in my arms. Groaning inwardly, I realized that I couldn't leave him here overnight. Or rather, you couldn't let yourself leave him here overnight, a voice in the back of my head whispered. I ignored it.
Grabbing his coat, I teleported the both of us back to his room. The dragons inside glowed eerily thanks to the moonlight that filtering in through the window.
I set him down gently on his bed. The blood loss wasn't severe - he just wouldn't get up for a day or so.
His face was outlined by the moonlight, his mouth partially opened and forming a smile.
Could he ever become a Hunter like his kin?
Somehow, I could not picture him as a ruthless hunter that killed mercilessly. He was too, how should I put it? Angelic, fragile, pure, innocent, well, you get the idea.
But if he did turn out that way, at least it would offer me a decent challenge. And if he drew my blood…I could call a blood claim. (another idea from Demon in my View)
Then no one could harm him but me. But what would be the fun in depriving Yugi from practice? Too many weak vampires were running amok; they were a disgrace to our kind.
I leaned down, my lips brushing gently against his in a chaste kiss.
"Goodbye, hikari no tenshi [1]…" I whispered, fading out of the room and back into Las Noches.
~*~
As soon as I turned around, I knew I was in for it. Bakura. Why was he here?
"So, the Pharaoh has a crush." Bakura snickered. "Or are you just using him like all the others?"
"Mind your own business, Tomb Robber."
"Ooo! I seemed to have hit a nerve!" Bakura grinned. "Has the almighty Pharaoh gone soft?" He questioned mockingly.
"No."
"Yes, I do believe you have." He snickered.
"No, I haven't." I said, gritting my teeth together. My aura started to flicker, doubling in size. The tomb robber took no notice of it.
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"No. I. Haven't." I hiss, my eyes darkening to almost black. My power tripled, my aura over powering Bakura's. He was no match for me, and I could kill him easily when angered.
He backed off. He wasn't stupid enough to evoke my wrath.
"Fine." He spat. "Even if you haven't gone soft, I can tell you have feelings for him. I know I can sense it."
Damn him. He could always read someone's emotions like an open book, unless they put up a mental barrier. Only a few could block him out. I had forgotten to keep my shields up. Oh well, I could always look into his near future and see what it held for him. I grinned. It seems that the Tomb Robber was beginning to go soft as well with his own look alike.
I snickered.
"What's so funny Pharaoh!?" He demanded.
"It seems, Bakura, that I'm not the only one going soft. You should watch out."
"What do you mean?"
"Tsk, tsk Bakura!" I said, waggling my finger in front of his face. "That is for me to know and for you to find out. After all, no one should know what lies in their future."
He growled. "Except you, am I right?"
I nodded. I had inherited Shadow Powers from when I was still a mortal. This gave me an advantage over others.
Besides the usual increase in speed, strength, sight, hearing, smell, being able to teleport myself wherever, shape shift, control other's minds, mind reading, and having psychic abilities, I could also gather power and energy from the Shadow Realm, which gave me the special ability of reading the future. (whew! Now that's a run-on sentence!)
"Damn you." He hissed.
"Too late Bakura."
"Whatever. I have better things to do." And, he vanished into thin air.
I loved my gift.
~*~Bakura's POV~*~
Damn that Pharaoh and his accursed Gift!
There is no way I'll ever go soft! But then again, his predictions were never wrong.
Torn, I decided to watch my back and kill the first thing that started to affect me.
I will prove that baka Pharaoh wrong.
~*~
4-19-03 ~ the day after Las Noches at 4:36 pm; Yugi's room
~*~Yugi's POV~*~
Man, I had a killer headache. What did Yami do to me? The last thing that I remember was…I don't know.
Rolling over, I glanced at my clock. 4:37 pm. Is it even possible to sleep that long? And what happened to me last night?
Let me see…
I got there, bouncer scanned my eye, met Yami, drooled, he threatened me, and…I woke up here; feeling like crap. I looked around. I should really redecorate. Finding my way in the black was hell, especially at night. Blue would be nice, with a silver dust, crosshatching pattern. And dark blue curtains. The bed would be white with black dragons on it. My nightstand would become clear, like my desk.
Everything else would stay the same.
I closed my eyes and pictured my room that was. (It looks better than it sounds trust me, my room looks like that, kinda…)
I gasped; it felt as if though my life force was beginning to drain out of me. Then, I went blind.
~*~
I'm thinking about re-writing the entire story…it'll still have the same plot, only better.
I'll let you know later….
Should I end it here? Hmmm…. scroll down and see!
And then review!
~*~
My sight came back a few moments later. Groggily, I gazed around the room. Where was I…?
I looked outside. It was my neighborhood. It was the view from my window. But this wasn't my room, was it…? It looked just as I had imagined it. Was this my doing?
And what had Yami said?
~*~Flashback~*~
"The similarities…have you not noticed? And, of course, your powers…no matter how
weak."
~*~End Flashback~*~
Did I really have powers? And if redecorating my room in a minute was weak, then what was strong? And did my Grandpa know? What did Yami say about him?
~*~Flashback~*~
"Don't tell me that the grandson of the famous Sogroku Motou is unaware of his own lineage? How can this be?"
~*~End Flashback~*~
I was going to have a long chat with my Grandpa when he returned. At least my room wasn't so morbid anymore. What else could I do with my power…?
I grinned. This was going to be fun!
~*~Normal POV~*~
Over the next few hours, Yugi had fun changing the molecular formula of objects around him. The carpeting was plusher, the couches bigger, and the once wilted fern now lively and twice in size. Sure, the practice left him drained, but he loved seeing the changes.
It was all so new to him! He didn't grow up in magic; he was never exposed to it. And now, and now he had all this raw power that was his and his alone to control.
Art was going to be a breeze, one small mistake and all he had to do was concentrate, and it vanished.
~*~
The next three, and final, days of his break were peaceful - Yugi just surfed the 'net and watched TV on their, um, recently improved screen. Say hello to a big screen plasma TV in the living room. And no homework meant freedom.
One may ask where Yami was during these past days. He was out of the country, dealing in some…business.
And finally, Yugi had to go back to school.
The hellish place that kept minors imprisoned 5 to 6 hours a day, saying it was good for them! The nerve! *glares at no one in particular*
~*~At school on Wednesday 4-23-03 second period~*~
~*~Yugi's POV~*~
Great. 30 minutes left in this class, and then I have one more. (they have block schedule)
And that was Art. At least that class wasn't so bad. My favorite actually. But right now I was in PE. And it was wrestling. And I was up next. Just imagine my joy. The great, overabundant mounds of happy, go-lucky joy. Am I becoming cynical?
"Motou, you're up!"
"Yes, Tanaka-sensi." I mumble. Maybe one of my new powers would be strength, I hoped. Not likely.
He looked down at his sheet. "Motou…you're up against…Daikun."
Oh great, just great. Daikun. Look at me jump up and down with ecstasy; I'm simply thrilled. Hopefully, after one punch, Tanaka-sensi will make Daikun stop. Hopefully.
Slowly, I stepped towards the ring.
"Hurry up Motou!" Tanaka yelled.
"Yeah Motou, I can't wait to beat you up into a bloody pulp." Daikun snickered.
I finally reached the ring. Hesitantly, I bowed to Daikun, never taking my eyes off of his bulking mass. I wasn't going to risk anything.
God, I wish the bell would ring right about now - RRRIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Yoroshii [2]! That's a wrap! Hit the showers and I'll see you on Friday!"
Daikun looked at me. "I'll finish what we started after school, Motou." He hissed.
Thank Kami-sama! I didn't have to fight! I rushed to the locker room, changed, and sped out before anyone could catch me.
Lunch, as usual, was uneventful. Now, time for art! We had been doing free draw for the past week, using any medium desired. Mine was an oil of two warriors of dragons, one light and one dark. Kanako-sensi tells me it's good, and I should enter it into the school Art Fair, but I declined. I didn't think it was good enough.
Realizing that I had screwed up what I was working on, I quickly "changed" it.
And then, school was over, and I had barely any homework. But I still have to fix the house. Grandpa is returning tomorrow.
I run out of the class and down the hall, hoping to avoid the bullies.
I make my way to the parking lot where I saw a motorcycle.
/ I wish I had a motorcycle…or any car for that manner. /
// So you do, do you? // I heard chuckling in my mind.
/ Great, just great. I'm going crazy. /
// Yugi, you hurt me! Not even remembering who I am. // A false hurt voice rang in my head. A deep, soothing voice that could only belong to -
/ Yami?! / More chuckling // The one and only //
/ What are you doing here?! /
// Giving you a ride home. //
/ Why..? / Now I was getting suspicious.
// Look, // he was now exasperated // I'll give you my word that I won't kidnap you. Just get on my bike and let's go. //
/ Is that a command or a request? /
// What do you think? // Telepathic smirk.
Sighing, I shook my head and climbed on. Holding on for dear life, Yami sped out of the parking lot and homeward.
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Another chapter completed.
Review, onegai!!!!!!!!!!