A/N: I don't own YGO!
Er.I meant to get this updated earlier.but I kinda forgot.gomen nasai! Also, thanks, Neko Oni Chan, for writing that lemon!^_^
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The immediate surrounding presented itself in a hazy mist - unfocused, vague, and.red?! A pair of lavender orbs blinked in an attempt to cast away the drowsiness, glancing blearily at his vicinity. What he saw conformed his first suspicion; the entire room was enveloped in red light - even the walls were red! That, or all the furniture were painted red.
Suppressing a rising migraine, Yugi began to acknowledge more of the lesser, more subtle, details. It seemed that this.room.he was in was rarely used, for little was placed in it. A lone wooden chair was stationed in the center of the crimson carpeting, polished in glossy burgundy. To the east were multiple shelves of the same quality, empty save for the thin film of gray dust. And, to Yugi's mild surprise, in the far back was a podium, molded from red clay with intricate designs carved on the sides. Straining his eyes, the boy could just barely make out what looked like a book of some sort sitting on the way top.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Yugi attempted to go over there and have a closer inspection, only to find that his body wouldn't cooperate. Or rather, something was preventing them from doing so.
Though he was unable to see his arms, Yugi felt a biting sensation puncture his wrist every time he moved. Casting a quick glance at his legs revealed that they, too, were shackled tightly to the wall by layers of metal chains.
'At least they aren't red.' the small teen thought, then mentally slapped himself for making such a trivial comment when he should be looking for a way out.
Tugging at his bindings in vain and instead just receiving more cuts and soon-to-form bruises, Yugi decided to sit back and wait for _someone_ to come in. Secretly, he hoped that it would be Yami.
A sudden movement caught the boy's attention. Somewhere in the dark corners of the room, the shadows shifted.
"Y-Yami.?" Yugi called hopefully, straining to make out the details. "Is that you.?"
The figured stopped, then emerged from the blackness.
"No, I'm afraid it's not your beloved Yami."
A jolt of fear quivered through Yugi's heart when he heard the odious tone - one that was slightly sarcastic and more than enough scornful. From his view, he saw a teen about two heads taller than he, with snowy white hair tinted a light pink from the light, and.
Something glistened in the red light.
.fangs!
"No!" Yugi gasped, not realizing he had vocalized his inner thoughts. "You're.You're a vampire."
Bakura smirked at the smaller one's horrified expression. "That's right. But that is not important, nor is who I am or where you are. No one will save you, little Yugi."
Seeing the human search fervently for an exit, Bakura laughed derisively. "Oh, and don't bother looking for a way out. You are in another _dimension_. There are no doors or windows; the only way in or out is through magic, and that is something you pathetic mortals don't possess."
Lilac eyes dulled visibly at the proclamation as its owner thought bitterly, 'Geez, well, that helped a lot. Even if I wasn't chained up, I _still_ would have been stuck here!'
Yugi sighed, still going about his mental conversation. 'Yami.where are you?'
Meanwhile, Bakura had gone over to the podium, flipping through the aged pages of the book. Scanning the spell once more, he murmured something inaudible, then with a flick of his wrist, a pale blue light appeared beside him.
Yet it was not the blue light that had flabbergasted Yugi; no, it was the thing engulfed in the light. Or rather, _things_, for there laid nothing but a skeleton. Pale white skin was stretched out over the thin frame and shone ghastly in the light, appearing to be no more than a ghostly apparition. At some parts of the body one could see the bones beneath, seemingly about to collapse and tumble out. But no matter how desecrated the figure was, his resemblance to Bakura was strikingly similar.
As Yugi watched the dead hovering in the air, he thought, 'Who _is_ this.other Bakura? His brother? A relative? Another vampire?'
Then a thought occurred to him as he remembered him and Yami.
'Maybe even a.lover?'
He would have just questioned the white-haired vampire to confirm his suspicion, but fearing for his life, Yugi dared not ask. Instead, he watched silently as Bakura caressed the corpse with such gentleness he never would have believed the demon possessed.
Bakura bit his lower lip at the corrupted sight of his lover. Stroking Ryou's cheek, his heart saddened at the deathly cold touch. There was no life in this shell that had once held a kind soul; even those beautiful brown eyes had lost their spark.
Sighing, Bakura went on to proceed with the spell, but something gripped his heart.
'No! This isn't right!'
Blinking at the voice in his head, Bakura growled back, 'How is it not right?! It's the only way to bring Ryou back!'
The voice fell silent for a moment, then hardly above a whisper, 'Do you think Ryou would want to be brought back this way.?'
'I.' Bakura trailed off. The voice _did_ have a point.
Dropping cross-legged onto the ground, Bakura weighed the pros and cons. Well, if he sacrificed Yugi and did bring back Ryou, Yami would hunt him down to hell so it wouldn't be safe for him or his lover. Also, there was a chance that his kindhearted angel would disagree with his method, and the last thing Bakura wanted was Ryou to be mad at him. Now that he thought about it, there seemed to be negatives than positives.Still.one pro outweighed the rest: he would get to see Ryou again.
So absorbed in his inner conflicted, Bakura seemed to have forgotten about Yugi for the time being, not that the small boy could anything anyway. Weary and indecisive, the albino dozed off in a harried sleep.
***
He never did believe in angels. Why? Maybe it's the fact that he strived in a world of darkness.a place so black that it literally clashed with that of the light realm. He was a demon.and demons and angels don't mix. But what he saw changed his perspective forever.
A fragile figure clothed in pure white came down to him, dainty feet never touching the ground. Streaks of silvery-pallid hair billowed in the intangible breeze, flowing behind great, big wings that spread out in a panorama of white feathers. Large brown eyes peered out at him, showing emotions indescribable by mere words.
At first, Bakura thought that it was a female, yet one look at those chocolate orbs told his that it was his love.
"Ryou." Bakura breathed softly, as if afraid to break this precious moment.
Ryou smiled sadly as he floated over to the vampire, embracing him in a gentle hug. Bakura wrapped his own arms around the angel's waist, inhaling the heavenly scent. Pulling back, he tilted Ryou head up and gazed into his eyes.
A film of water had collected on both pairs of hazel orbs, threatening to burst. It did, eventually, when lips meet in a chaste kiss, one that turned to a passionate hunger. Bakura could still savor the sweet taste on those rose-petal lips, reminding him of the first day of spring, the blooming Sakura trees, and nature all together.
Tears cascaded down the two lover's face, glistening in the light on alabaster cheeks. At last, they pulled apart.
Ryou buried his head into the other's chest, missing the warm he had lost for so long. But he knew that this couldn't last forever; he needed to tell Bakura the real reason he came.
"Bakura."
The demon looked down at the soft whisper.
"Love, please.listen.don't use the spell."
Bakura froze. Ryou knew about it. But without its magic, then the compassionate angel couldn't be revived.
When there was only silence, Ryou tried again. "Please.it's not right! I love you - I truly do - but it's not right to tear another's love away for the sake of one's own! I beg of you, Bakura.Onegai."
Hearing Ryou's soft pleadings jerked at Bakura's heart. He wanted to bring his tenshi back again and hold him forever in his arms.but if Ryou disagrees then he would abide to his wishes.
"Alright, love," Bakura whispered, choking back a sob. "I won't use it if it makes you happy."
Smiling sorrowfully, Ryou glanced up at the darker one. "Promise?"
It took all of Bakura's willpower to utter the next two words, something that he will forever be bound to. ".I promise."
And then, knowing that his task was done, Ryou starting slipping out of Bakura's embrace as if he was being pulled back to heaven. Quickly planting another chaste kiss on the other's cheeks and tasting the salty tears of grief, Ryou began to vaporize.
"Ryou!" Bakura reached out to grab hold of the beautiful teen, but Ryou had faded to no more than a phantom. "Don't go! Ryou.!"
"I'm sorry, love," the angel sighed, grasping Bakura's raised arm. "But my place is no longer in this world.I'm sorry. Just remember, no matter where I am I'll be in your heart.as you are in mine.always and forever.I love you."
Ryou could hardly be seen with the naked eye now, and as their hands slipped apart, Bakura murmured, "Aishiteru...watashi no tenshi." (I love you, my angel)
And then Ryou vanished, leaving Bakura alone.
***
Bakura woke up with a jolt, only to find his face stained with wetness and his heart laden with lead. 'That dream.was it real?' Touching his lips where he and Ryou had once shared an intimate moment, he thought he could taste the lingering spring day. 'It has to be real.'
Poor Bakura. Now the demon was utterly confused, but he had made a promise, even if it was in a dream.
'Well, at least, I don't need Yugi anymore,' he thought bitterly. 'I hope Yami's happy now.'
~*~
Something tugged at the back of Yami's mind, seemingly trying to communicate with him. At first, the child of the dark brushed it aside, but the towing feeling just intensified. Wavering between rather to ignore it or investigate, Yami made up his mind when a faint call sounded. He didn't know how he had heard it, but it was there, soft and hopeful.
'Yami.where are you?'
It sounded like.Yugi!
Not caring if he was hearing things, Yami ran out of the courtroom, much to the disapproval and shock of his councilors.
He continued down the massive hall of the demon world, feet hardly touching the ground in his hast. Black swirled past him like a broken movie, though there was little change overall - just darkness and the tight grip of anxiety.
Was Yugi calling out to him? What if he's in trouble? What if the beautiful, innocent human desperately needed his help and his wasn't there? What if some monster kidnapped him.for his beauty?...purity? What if.?
Grunting in irritation, Yami shoved all the unanswerable 'what if's to the back of his head, concentrating only on his destination. He needn't be distracted by such thoughts right now.
At last, the king of demons halted to a silent stop before a monolithic relief. Any details were made barely indiscernible by the dimness of the place, but one could still make out the wide, flourishing calligraphy carved long before the birth of time. The stone block had deteriorated slightly with age, yet was still standing proudly as it had for millennia ago.
A dim blue aura flickered around Yami as he mumbled something under his breath. At first, it seemed as if nothing happened, but suddenly the massive structure began to shudder. Loose rubbles came tumbling down as the stone swung slowly open, its base grinding against the palace's dark marble floor and producing a sound tantamount to that of nails alone a chalkboard.
When silence had settling in place, the child of the dark crossed the threshold to the shadowy room behind the relief. Twin crimson orbs blinked in the dimness, and then were illuminated by a dull orange ball of light.
Balancing the glowing sphere in one hand, Yami cast a quick glance over the countless books heaped in towering piles. This was where all the spells of the demon realm was held; it was a place forbidden to all the lesser vampires.granted to only himself and those of the council.
Ruby eyes scanned the many titles embroidered on the sides of the volumes until finally stopping on one particular manuscript: Hunting.
Fling the orange ball into the air and ensuring that it hovers there, Yami grabbed the book and quickly found the correct page.
"Let's see." the vampire murmured, running a finger along the faded text. "How to find your prey." Well, he wasn't about to _drink_ Yugi, but the spell works as an alternate search technique.
After blurring through the instructions, Yami stood up to perform the magic. Bright yellow flames burst about him as he recited the words in ancient tongue, reviving of a language lost so long ago. The fire shifted to a bloody red as it swarmed into a massive flat oval. Golden tendrils of cloud formed and arranged themselves into wispy calligraphy, building onto the garnet flaming disk.
Yami gasped inwardly when he read the inscriptions, then immediately ended the spell. Yugi's in _where_?! When he catches the _thing_ that locked his love in such a place, it'll wish it was never born!
"Don't worry, Yugi.I'm coming."
After making that promise, Yami flashed out of sight, leaving the orange light dying in the darkness.
~*~
YK: Finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!^_^ Oh, and did anyone watch today's new YGO episode: "Yugi vs. the Rare Hunters"? And they changed the YGO intro, too!^_^ Me happy! (also, I _finally_ finished constructing my deck^_^)
Yami: I think they made my face wider.
YK: Not really.besides, you still look cute^_^
Yami: .no comment.good bye.
YK: *coughs-aren'tyouforgettingsomething-cough*
Yami: Please R&R.
YK: ^_^
Er.I meant to get this updated earlier.but I kinda forgot.gomen nasai! Also, thanks, Neko Oni Chan, for writing that lemon!^_^
~*~
The immediate surrounding presented itself in a hazy mist - unfocused, vague, and.red?! A pair of lavender orbs blinked in an attempt to cast away the drowsiness, glancing blearily at his vicinity. What he saw conformed his first suspicion; the entire room was enveloped in red light - even the walls were red! That, or all the furniture were painted red.
Suppressing a rising migraine, Yugi began to acknowledge more of the lesser, more subtle, details. It seemed that this.room.he was in was rarely used, for little was placed in it. A lone wooden chair was stationed in the center of the crimson carpeting, polished in glossy burgundy. To the east were multiple shelves of the same quality, empty save for the thin film of gray dust. And, to Yugi's mild surprise, in the far back was a podium, molded from red clay with intricate designs carved on the sides. Straining his eyes, the boy could just barely make out what looked like a book of some sort sitting on the way top.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Yugi attempted to go over there and have a closer inspection, only to find that his body wouldn't cooperate. Or rather, something was preventing them from doing so.
Though he was unable to see his arms, Yugi felt a biting sensation puncture his wrist every time he moved. Casting a quick glance at his legs revealed that they, too, were shackled tightly to the wall by layers of metal chains.
'At least they aren't red.' the small teen thought, then mentally slapped himself for making such a trivial comment when he should be looking for a way out.
Tugging at his bindings in vain and instead just receiving more cuts and soon-to-form bruises, Yugi decided to sit back and wait for _someone_ to come in. Secretly, he hoped that it would be Yami.
A sudden movement caught the boy's attention. Somewhere in the dark corners of the room, the shadows shifted.
"Y-Yami.?" Yugi called hopefully, straining to make out the details. "Is that you.?"
The figured stopped, then emerged from the blackness.
"No, I'm afraid it's not your beloved Yami."
A jolt of fear quivered through Yugi's heart when he heard the odious tone - one that was slightly sarcastic and more than enough scornful. From his view, he saw a teen about two heads taller than he, with snowy white hair tinted a light pink from the light, and.
Something glistened in the red light.
.fangs!
"No!" Yugi gasped, not realizing he had vocalized his inner thoughts. "You're.You're a vampire."
Bakura smirked at the smaller one's horrified expression. "That's right. But that is not important, nor is who I am or where you are. No one will save you, little Yugi."
Seeing the human search fervently for an exit, Bakura laughed derisively. "Oh, and don't bother looking for a way out. You are in another _dimension_. There are no doors or windows; the only way in or out is through magic, and that is something you pathetic mortals don't possess."
Lilac eyes dulled visibly at the proclamation as its owner thought bitterly, 'Geez, well, that helped a lot. Even if I wasn't chained up, I _still_ would have been stuck here!'
Yugi sighed, still going about his mental conversation. 'Yami.where are you?'
Meanwhile, Bakura had gone over to the podium, flipping through the aged pages of the book. Scanning the spell once more, he murmured something inaudible, then with a flick of his wrist, a pale blue light appeared beside him.
Yet it was not the blue light that had flabbergasted Yugi; no, it was the thing engulfed in the light. Or rather, _things_, for there laid nothing but a skeleton. Pale white skin was stretched out over the thin frame and shone ghastly in the light, appearing to be no more than a ghostly apparition. At some parts of the body one could see the bones beneath, seemingly about to collapse and tumble out. But no matter how desecrated the figure was, his resemblance to Bakura was strikingly similar.
As Yugi watched the dead hovering in the air, he thought, 'Who _is_ this.other Bakura? His brother? A relative? Another vampire?'
Then a thought occurred to him as he remembered him and Yami.
'Maybe even a.lover?'
He would have just questioned the white-haired vampire to confirm his suspicion, but fearing for his life, Yugi dared not ask. Instead, he watched silently as Bakura caressed the corpse with such gentleness he never would have believed the demon possessed.
Bakura bit his lower lip at the corrupted sight of his lover. Stroking Ryou's cheek, his heart saddened at the deathly cold touch. There was no life in this shell that had once held a kind soul; even those beautiful brown eyes had lost their spark.
Sighing, Bakura went on to proceed with the spell, but something gripped his heart.
'No! This isn't right!'
Blinking at the voice in his head, Bakura growled back, 'How is it not right?! It's the only way to bring Ryou back!'
The voice fell silent for a moment, then hardly above a whisper, 'Do you think Ryou would want to be brought back this way.?'
'I.' Bakura trailed off. The voice _did_ have a point.
Dropping cross-legged onto the ground, Bakura weighed the pros and cons. Well, if he sacrificed Yugi and did bring back Ryou, Yami would hunt him down to hell so it wouldn't be safe for him or his lover. Also, there was a chance that his kindhearted angel would disagree with his method, and the last thing Bakura wanted was Ryou to be mad at him. Now that he thought about it, there seemed to be negatives than positives.Still.one pro outweighed the rest: he would get to see Ryou again.
So absorbed in his inner conflicted, Bakura seemed to have forgotten about Yugi for the time being, not that the small boy could anything anyway. Weary and indecisive, the albino dozed off in a harried sleep.
***
He never did believe in angels. Why? Maybe it's the fact that he strived in a world of darkness.a place so black that it literally clashed with that of the light realm. He was a demon.and demons and angels don't mix. But what he saw changed his perspective forever.
A fragile figure clothed in pure white came down to him, dainty feet never touching the ground. Streaks of silvery-pallid hair billowed in the intangible breeze, flowing behind great, big wings that spread out in a panorama of white feathers. Large brown eyes peered out at him, showing emotions indescribable by mere words.
At first, Bakura thought that it was a female, yet one look at those chocolate orbs told his that it was his love.
"Ryou." Bakura breathed softly, as if afraid to break this precious moment.
Ryou smiled sadly as he floated over to the vampire, embracing him in a gentle hug. Bakura wrapped his own arms around the angel's waist, inhaling the heavenly scent. Pulling back, he tilted Ryou head up and gazed into his eyes.
A film of water had collected on both pairs of hazel orbs, threatening to burst. It did, eventually, when lips meet in a chaste kiss, one that turned to a passionate hunger. Bakura could still savor the sweet taste on those rose-petal lips, reminding him of the first day of spring, the blooming Sakura trees, and nature all together.
Tears cascaded down the two lover's face, glistening in the light on alabaster cheeks. At last, they pulled apart.
Ryou buried his head into the other's chest, missing the warm he had lost for so long. But he knew that this couldn't last forever; he needed to tell Bakura the real reason he came.
"Bakura."
The demon looked down at the soft whisper.
"Love, please.listen.don't use the spell."
Bakura froze. Ryou knew about it. But without its magic, then the compassionate angel couldn't be revived.
When there was only silence, Ryou tried again. "Please.it's not right! I love you - I truly do - but it's not right to tear another's love away for the sake of one's own! I beg of you, Bakura.Onegai."
Hearing Ryou's soft pleadings jerked at Bakura's heart. He wanted to bring his tenshi back again and hold him forever in his arms.but if Ryou disagrees then he would abide to his wishes.
"Alright, love," Bakura whispered, choking back a sob. "I won't use it if it makes you happy."
Smiling sorrowfully, Ryou glanced up at the darker one. "Promise?"
It took all of Bakura's willpower to utter the next two words, something that he will forever be bound to. ".I promise."
And then, knowing that his task was done, Ryou starting slipping out of Bakura's embrace as if he was being pulled back to heaven. Quickly planting another chaste kiss on the other's cheeks and tasting the salty tears of grief, Ryou began to vaporize.
"Ryou!" Bakura reached out to grab hold of the beautiful teen, but Ryou had faded to no more than a phantom. "Don't go! Ryou.!"
"I'm sorry, love," the angel sighed, grasping Bakura's raised arm. "But my place is no longer in this world.I'm sorry. Just remember, no matter where I am I'll be in your heart.as you are in mine.always and forever.I love you."
Ryou could hardly be seen with the naked eye now, and as their hands slipped apart, Bakura murmured, "Aishiteru...watashi no tenshi." (I love you, my angel)
And then Ryou vanished, leaving Bakura alone.
***
Bakura woke up with a jolt, only to find his face stained with wetness and his heart laden with lead. 'That dream.was it real?' Touching his lips where he and Ryou had once shared an intimate moment, he thought he could taste the lingering spring day. 'It has to be real.'
Poor Bakura. Now the demon was utterly confused, but he had made a promise, even if it was in a dream.
'Well, at least, I don't need Yugi anymore,' he thought bitterly. 'I hope Yami's happy now.'
~*~
Something tugged at the back of Yami's mind, seemingly trying to communicate with him. At first, the child of the dark brushed it aside, but the towing feeling just intensified. Wavering between rather to ignore it or investigate, Yami made up his mind when a faint call sounded. He didn't know how he had heard it, but it was there, soft and hopeful.
'Yami.where are you?'
It sounded like.Yugi!
Not caring if he was hearing things, Yami ran out of the courtroom, much to the disapproval and shock of his councilors.
He continued down the massive hall of the demon world, feet hardly touching the ground in his hast. Black swirled past him like a broken movie, though there was little change overall - just darkness and the tight grip of anxiety.
Was Yugi calling out to him? What if he's in trouble? What if the beautiful, innocent human desperately needed his help and his wasn't there? What if some monster kidnapped him.for his beauty?...purity? What if.?
Grunting in irritation, Yami shoved all the unanswerable 'what if's to the back of his head, concentrating only on his destination. He needn't be distracted by such thoughts right now.
At last, the king of demons halted to a silent stop before a monolithic relief. Any details were made barely indiscernible by the dimness of the place, but one could still make out the wide, flourishing calligraphy carved long before the birth of time. The stone block had deteriorated slightly with age, yet was still standing proudly as it had for millennia ago.
A dim blue aura flickered around Yami as he mumbled something under his breath. At first, it seemed as if nothing happened, but suddenly the massive structure began to shudder. Loose rubbles came tumbling down as the stone swung slowly open, its base grinding against the palace's dark marble floor and producing a sound tantamount to that of nails alone a chalkboard.
When silence had settling in place, the child of the dark crossed the threshold to the shadowy room behind the relief. Twin crimson orbs blinked in the dimness, and then were illuminated by a dull orange ball of light.
Balancing the glowing sphere in one hand, Yami cast a quick glance over the countless books heaped in towering piles. This was where all the spells of the demon realm was held; it was a place forbidden to all the lesser vampires.granted to only himself and those of the council.
Ruby eyes scanned the many titles embroidered on the sides of the volumes until finally stopping on one particular manuscript: Hunting.
Fling the orange ball into the air and ensuring that it hovers there, Yami grabbed the book and quickly found the correct page.
"Let's see." the vampire murmured, running a finger along the faded text. "How to find your prey." Well, he wasn't about to _drink_ Yugi, but the spell works as an alternate search technique.
After blurring through the instructions, Yami stood up to perform the magic. Bright yellow flames burst about him as he recited the words in ancient tongue, reviving of a language lost so long ago. The fire shifted to a bloody red as it swarmed into a massive flat oval. Golden tendrils of cloud formed and arranged themselves into wispy calligraphy, building onto the garnet flaming disk.
Yami gasped inwardly when he read the inscriptions, then immediately ended the spell. Yugi's in _where_?! When he catches the _thing_ that locked his love in such a place, it'll wish it was never born!
"Don't worry, Yugi.I'm coming."
After making that promise, Yami flashed out of sight, leaving the orange light dying in the darkness.
~*~
YK: Finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!^_^ Oh, and did anyone watch today's new YGO episode: "Yugi vs. the Rare Hunters"? And they changed the YGO intro, too!^_^ Me happy! (also, I _finally_ finished constructing my deck^_^)
Yami: I think they made my face wider.
YK: Not really.besides, you still look cute^_^
Yami: .no comment.good bye.
YK: *coughs-aren'tyouforgettingsomething-cough*
Yami: Please R&R.
YK: ^_^