A/N: I don't own Yugioh
Whoa.it's been two weeks since I've updated.*sighs* I apologize for the wait.yes, I know, I'm such a sad case. Anyway, the third chapter's finished, so enjoy!^_^ (Yami: Talk about a speedy mood change.)
~*~
To everyone's surprise, Yami threw his head back in a disdainful cackle. Eyeing Bakura levelly, Yami spoke almost calmly, his words hiding a silent challenge and power.
"Pegasus? That old man can't even catch a human if it stood in front of him!" Dropping his voice a decibel, to the point where it was close to seething, a distant warning, "I am the most powerful vampire alive, and those who challenge me will end in a tragic fate. Pegasus is nothing compared to me, and I say no harm shall come to the boy."
Bakura quirked an eyebrow, clearly disbelieving the other of his kind. But soon, before he could voice his thought, a vivid degree of aura, one that of pulsating darkness and millennia of pain and training, collided with his. Involuntarily, Bakura took a step back as his hardened eyes stared into crimson ones. Keeping his voice composed, the albino spoke barely above a whisper.
"So what you say is true. But why did you suppress your aura? You _are_ stronger than Pegasus."
Yami released a low chuckle, his baritone voice resounding off the walls of Yugi's bedroom, piercing through the thick tension building up in the atmosphere.
"Let that fool enjoy his pathetic power. Soon, I will conquer and destroy him, but now is not the right time."
Bakura hesitated, then said, "You do realize we still require a sacrifice, hm? If you're going to keep up your little ploy, then hand over the boy, lest you want Pegasus to become suspicious."
A brief, awkward silence past as Yami contemplated over the other's words. Finally, he answered, "Report to Pegasus to meet me at Ring of Death. He's going to have a new challenger for the title of leader."
Bakura nodded mutely before disappearing. Normally, he wouldn't have let anyone get away for commanding him, but this was serious. Not only was Yami challenging the current king of vampire's title, but to choose a battle field at the Ring of Death, of all places! Bakura shuddered at the thought. The Ring of Death had lay abandoned long before demon existence, a forbidden ruin whose ancient secret was not to be reckoned with. Legend has it that a powerful magician infused his magic into the rural walls besieging a barren circular field, placing a curse which stated that any one who died there will become part of the haunting collection, another piece to the deadly ruins. Those who did not heed the curse and ventured into the maze was lost forever, and till this day the wails of their spirits still walked the ancient grounds, crying out to rest in peace. That is why no one, not even the greatest of vampires, dared to come across the Ring of Death. No one, that is, besides Yami.
***
The dark prince grumbled something incoherent before sliding off the bed and pacing around the room. Yugi stared at the latter worriedly, sensing that something was terribly wrong.
"Yami," the smaller boy whispered, "is this about me? Is it my fault that you have to fight Pegasus?"
Yami's head snapped toward Yugi, eyes glaring sharply in the darkness. Softening at Yugi's frightened face, Yami kneeled down next to him and placed his hands on his shoulders in a comforting gesture.
"No, Yugi. It's not your fault. Pegasus deserved to die a long time ago."
Seeing Yugi remain unconvinced, Yami pressed a kiss on his forehead for reassurance.
Suddenly, Yugi thought of something.
"Yami, why are you so.nice to me?" 'And why aren't I half dead yet'? The lavender-eyed teen added silently.
Blinking at the inquiry and unable to find an answer, Yami sighed and walked toward the window. The last thing Yugi heard before the demon faded into the shadows was a soft, lonesome whisper.
"I don't know, Yugi. I don't know."
***
"Yami wants to do what?!" A silver haired man seemingly in his thirties, yet has lived since the pyramids were still young, cried out in rage.
"He challenges you to a battle at the Ring of Death. Winner becomes "King of Vampires"," Bakura repeated stoically. In his mind, however, he was secretively glad that someone finally stood up to the demented pony. Growling softly, Bakura recalled the death of his lost love.
flashback
Slap, slap, slap
The sound of heavy footsteps pounded against the cracked pavement. Labored breaths could be heard, resounding in the chilly air of February. Snowy white locks flew behind the boy as he sneaked nervous glances behind him. Suddenly, the boy lost his footing and collided with the road beneath him, emitting a yelp of pain from his mouth. But nevertheless, he kept running. His scraped palms stung against the frigid cold and fresh blood trickled down his arm, but that wasn't what worried him. No.it was the _thing_ behind him.
Still keeping up the pace, the lad twisted his head and eyed warily down the path. No sign of danger.
Suddenly, he crashed into something and was sent flying through the air. Sprawled out on the cement, the albino looked up fearfully to meet a slivery mane hiding a sadistic smile.
"My, my, Ryou. Having fun?" The creature behind the grin chuckled.
The boy, Ryou, stared up at the being towering over him, his chocolate-eyes widening in terror.
"S-stay away from me!" Ryou scrambled up to his feet, planning to bolt out of the scene if the other dares strike.
Pegasus stepped closer, backing Ryou against a wall. The fragile boy looked between fainting and a rabbit cornered by a wolf. Leaning in, Pegasus hissed in his ear, and Ryou could feel the cold breath traveling down his neck.
"Don't bother screaming. There's no one around to help you."
Ryou gasped in a silent cry as a pair of sharp knife-like implements lashed down on his skin. Thick, crimson bile oozed out of the wound, licked up by a greedy tongue. A groan escaped Ryou's throat as Pegasus continued to suck, feed, utterly _kill_ him. Those moans soon turned to screams as the human's life fluid was literally being sapped out of him. The limbs shriveled up until all that was left was skin and bones, curled tightly around each other in a grimacing display. Ryou vaguely felt his head grow heavy as blood was ushered out of it and into the hungry mouth of his captor. But when his fingers, arms, and _body_ withered up into nothing more than gnarled and twisted residues, Ryou released an ear-piecing holler before slipping into a waiting darkness.
Pegasus grinned with satisfaction as he finished his dinner. The smile widened when Bakura rushed up to the vampire leader in rage, one hand choking him by the neck and the other balled up in a raised fist.
"What did you do to him, Pegasus?" Bakura spat out, a coat of fear and anger seizing his heart and making his stomach churn with anxiety.
"Oo, bestial, are we? Take a look for yourself." The silver-haired demon smirked and gestured toward Ryou.or at least what remained of him.
Bakura's eyes widened as he dropped Pegasus, hurrying over to the emaciated corpse. Ryou's beautiful creamy face was reduced to nothing more than desiccated skin and a gaunt frame. His snowy white hair was flung to one side, blemished by mud and dirt. A single tear rolled down Bakura's cheeks as he hugged the mummy of his love.
end of flashback
Bakura felt the anger, despair, and hatred churn inside of him, felt his fists clench in rage, felt his teeth gnash together like a savage beast. But despite the turmoil of emotions, he wisely kept his mouth shut.
"Are you going to accept his challenge?" Bakura kept his voice stoic and composed, in fear that he might show his feelings.
Pegasus waved his hand impatiently, trying to act nonplus about the whole situation. In reality, he was anything but scared. He knew that one day, someone would fight him for the title, but never _this_ early.
"Yes, yes. If Yami-boy desires a battle, then a battle he shall have. He's yearning for a death wish, anyhow."
But the current king of vampires didn't trust in his own words.
***
Shadows danced across the bare, desolate walls of the ancient construction. The setting sun illuminated and enhanced the hauntingness of the archaic pillars, which was laid in a circle formation and towered over the barren red land. A cool wind picked up from the north, whipping at the stones as if in an attempt to deform them, and an unnerving howl of the many souls lost there echoed in the air.
Pegasus edged near the Ring of Death, wearing a façade of coolness, though deep down he wanted to crawl back to his demon dorm and beat all the weaker creatures just to unleash these nauseous feelings he had. But he can't leave now; no, he can't turn down a challenge. And besides, he also felt.curious, for some strange reason. Narrowing his eyes, the silver- haired man strode into the large arena and allowed his inquisitive mind to wonder.
"So you're finally here."
The grown demon whirled around at the voice, searching in the darkened corners of the battered gray walls. A lone figure leaned against an intricately designed, though eroded from over the millennia, pillars. Bangs of blonde fell over his eyes, shadowing those soul-piercing crimson orbs. The being drew to his full height, confident and regal. With the red, drunken sun behind him, a black glow seemed to warp entirely around the creature as he regarded Pegasus with a daring silent challenge.
"Yami."
"Pegasus."
~*~ Yami: That's _it_?! You're just going to leave it at that?! YK: Well, I'm lazy! Besides--- Yami: Yes, we know you're lazy YK: Hey! (wacks Yami upside the head) _Anyway_ as I was saying before someone rudely interrupted (glares) I have to work on "YamiSitters" and " A Moment In Time" Yami: Yes, you definitely need to work on those.esp. since it's been.like a month? YK: A month?! (faints) Yami: Err.since no one wants to revive her and I still need to.(reads script) Oh yeah! Please R&R!^_^ (throws away script)
Whoa.it's been two weeks since I've updated.*sighs* I apologize for the wait.yes, I know, I'm such a sad case. Anyway, the third chapter's finished, so enjoy!^_^ (Yami: Talk about a speedy mood change.)
~*~
To everyone's surprise, Yami threw his head back in a disdainful cackle. Eyeing Bakura levelly, Yami spoke almost calmly, his words hiding a silent challenge and power.
"Pegasus? That old man can't even catch a human if it stood in front of him!" Dropping his voice a decibel, to the point where it was close to seething, a distant warning, "I am the most powerful vampire alive, and those who challenge me will end in a tragic fate. Pegasus is nothing compared to me, and I say no harm shall come to the boy."
Bakura quirked an eyebrow, clearly disbelieving the other of his kind. But soon, before he could voice his thought, a vivid degree of aura, one that of pulsating darkness and millennia of pain and training, collided with his. Involuntarily, Bakura took a step back as his hardened eyes stared into crimson ones. Keeping his voice composed, the albino spoke barely above a whisper.
"So what you say is true. But why did you suppress your aura? You _are_ stronger than Pegasus."
Yami released a low chuckle, his baritone voice resounding off the walls of Yugi's bedroom, piercing through the thick tension building up in the atmosphere.
"Let that fool enjoy his pathetic power. Soon, I will conquer and destroy him, but now is not the right time."
Bakura hesitated, then said, "You do realize we still require a sacrifice, hm? If you're going to keep up your little ploy, then hand over the boy, lest you want Pegasus to become suspicious."
A brief, awkward silence past as Yami contemplated over the other's words. Finally, he answered, "Report to Pegasus to meet me at Ring of Death. He's going to have a new challenger for the title of leader."
Bakura nodded mutely before disappearing. Normally, he wouldn't have let anyone get away for commanding him, but this was serious. Not only was Yami challenging the current king of vampire's title, but to choose a battle field at the Ring of Death, of all places! Bakura shuddered at the thought. The Ring of Death had lay abandoned long before demon existence, a forbidden ruin whose ancient secret was not to be reckoned with. Legend has it that a powerful magician infused his magic into the rural walls besieging a barren circular field, placing a curse which stated that any one who died there will become part of the haunting collection, another piece to the deadly ruins. Those who did not heed the curse and ventured into the maze was lost forever, and till this day the wails of their spirits still walked the ancient grounds, crying out to rest in peace. That is why no one, not even the greatest of vampires, dared to come across the Ring of Death. No one, that is, besides Yami.
***
The dark prince grumbled something incoherent before sliding off the bed and pacing around the room. Yugi stared at the latter worriedly, sensing that something was terribly wrong.
"Yami," the smaller boy whispered, "is this about me? Is it my fault that you have to fight Pegasus?"
Yami's head snapped toward Yugi, eyes glaring sharply in the darkness. Softening at Yugi's frightened face, Yami kneeled down next to him and placed his hands on his shoulders in a comforting gesture.
"No, Yugi. It's not your fault. Pegasus deserved to die a long time ago."
Seeing Yugi remain unconvinced, Yami pressed a kiss on his forehead for reassurance.
Suddenly, Yugi thought of something.
"Yami, why are you so.nice to me?" 'And why aren't I half dead yet'? The lavender-eyed teen added silently.
Blinking at the inquiry and unable to find an answer, Yami sighed and walked toward the window. The last thing Yugi heard before the demon faded into the shadows was a soft, lonesome whisper.
"I don't know, Yugi. I don't know."
***
"Yami wants to do what?!" A silver haired man seemingly in his thirties, yet has lived since the pyramids were still young, cried out in rage.
"He challenges you to a battle at the Ring of Death. Winner becomes "King of Vampires"," Bakura repeated stoically. In his mind, however, he was secretively glad that someone finally stood up to the demented pony. Growling softly, Bakura recalled the death of his lost love.
flashback
Slap, slap, slap
The sound of heavy footsteps pounded against the cracked pavement. Labored breaths could be heard, resounding in the chilly air of February. Snowy white locks flew behind the boy as he sneaked nervous glances behind him. Suddenly, the boy lost his footing and collided with the road beneath him, emitting a yelp of pain from his mouth. But nevertheless, he kept running. His scraped palms stung against the frigid cold and fresh blood trickled down his arm, but that wasn't what worried him. No.it was the _thing_ behind him.
Still keeping up the pace, the lad twisted his head and eyed warily down the path. No sign of danger.
Suddenly, he crashed into something and was sent flying through the air. Sprawled out on the cement, the albino looked up fearfully to meet a slivery mane hiding a sadistic smile.
"My, my, Ryou. Having fun?" The creature behind the grin chuckled.
The boy, Ryou, stared up at the being towering over him, his chocolate-eyes widening in terror.
"S-stay away from me!" Ryou scrambled up to his feet, planning to bolt out of the scene if the other dares strike.
Pegasus stepped closer, backing Ryou against a wall. The fragile boy looked between fainting and a rabbit cornered by a wolf. Leaning in, Pegasus hissed in his ear, and Ryou could feel the cold breath traveling down his neck.
"Don't bother screaming. There's no one around to help you."
Ryou gasped in a silent cry as a pair of sharp knife-like implements lashed down on his skin. Thick, crimson bile oozed out of the wound, licked up by a greedy tongue. A groan escaped Ryou's throat as Pegasus continued to suck, feed, utterly _kill_ him. Those moans soon turned to screams as the human's life fluid was literally being sapped out of him. The limbs shriveled up until all that was left was skin and bones, curled tightly around each other in a grimacing display. Ryou vaguely felt his head grow heavy as blood was ushered out of it and into the hungry mouth of his captor. But when his fingers, arms, and _body_ withered up into nothing more than gnarled and twisted residues, Ryou released an ear-piecing holler before slipping into a waiting darkness.
Pegasus grinned with satisfaction as he finished his dinner. The smile widened when Bakura rushed up to the vampire leader in rage, one hand choking him by the neck and the other balled up in a raised fist.
"What did you do to him, Pegasus?" Bakura spat out, a coat of fear and anger seizing his heart and making his stomach churn with anxiety.
"Oo, bestial, are we? Take a look for yourself." The silver-haired demon smirked and gestured toward Ryou.or at least what remained of him.
Bakura's eyes widened as he dropped Pegasus, hurrying over to the emaciated corpse. Ryou's beautiful creamy face was reduced to nothing more than desiccated skin and a gaunt frame. His snowy white hair was flung to one side, blemished by mud and dirt. A single tear rolled down Bakura's cheeks as he hugged the mummy of his love.
end of flashback
Bakura felt the anger, despair, and hatred churn inside of him, felt his fists clench in rage, felt his teeth gnash together like a savage beast. But despite the turmoil of emotions, he wisely kept his mouth shut.
"Are you going to accept his challenge?" Bakura kept his voice stoic and composed, in fear that he might show his feelings.
Pegasus waved his hand impatiently, trying to act nonplus about the whole situation. In reality, he was anything but scared. He knew that one day, someone would fight him for the title, but never _this_ early.
"Yes, yes. If Yami-boy desires a battle, then a battle he shall have. He's yearning for a death wish, anyhow."
But the current king of vampires didn't trust in his own words.
***
Shadows danced across the bare, desolate walls of the ancient construction. The setting sun illuminated and enhanced the hauntingness of the archaic pillars, which was laid in a circle formation and towered over the barren red land. A cool wind picked up from the north, whipping at the stones as if in an attempt to deform them, and an unnerving howl of the many souls lost there echoed in the air.
Pegasus edged near the Ring of Death, wearing a façade of coolness, though deep down he wanted to crawl back to his demon dorm and beat all the weaker creatures just to unleash these nauseous feelings he had. But he can't leave now; no, he can't turn down a challenge. And besides, he also felt.curious, for some strange reason. Narrowing his eyes, the silver- haired man strode into the large arena and allowed his inquisitive mind to wonder.
"So you're finally here."
The grown demon whirled around at the voice, searching in the darkened corners of the battered gray walls. A lone figure leaned against an intricately designed, though eroded from over the millennia, pillars. Bangs of blonde fell over his eyes, shadowing those soul-piercing crimson orbs. The being drew to his full height, confident and regal. With the red, drunken sun behind him, a black glow seemed to warp entirely around the creature as he regarded Pegasus with a daring silent challenge.
"Yami."
"Pegasus."
~*~ Yami: That's _it_?! You're just going to leave it at that?! YK: Well, I'm lazy! Besides--- Yami: Yes, we know you're lazy YK: Hey! (wacks Yami upside the head) _Anyway_ as I was saying before someone rudely interrupted (glares) I have to work on "YamiSitters" and " A Moment In Time" Yami: Yes, you definitely need to work on those.esp. since it's been.like a month? YK: A month?! (faints) Yami: Err.since no one wants to revive her and I still need to.(reads script) Oh yeah! Please R&R!^_^ (throws away script)