Author's Notes: Oi, because of the delay, you get two chapters instead of one! o^.^o Even if this chapter is just as incredibly short as the last one...o^.^o;; *cough* The beginning and ending words are from "Crawling" by Linkin Park, which everyone seems to associate with Bakura but for this story, it's not....*grins* Plot point! o^.^o Now, on with the ficcy...
But before we continue, crystal crittenden, be a little more patient, please. o^.^o;; I take a long time to write things and even longer to post them (I have no self-confidence whatsoever...o^.^o;;;), and I'm sorry, but Yugi's just werewolf-obsessed, like yours truly. He was not born a werewolf, though there are a few ideas for him in the possible next sequel....and Bakura is, indeed, a werewolf along with Ryou-chan. NOW, on with the fic. o^.^o;; I talk too much....
Metamorphosis
Chapter Four: Confusing What Is Real
I can feel it....
I can still feel it....
Deep inside....trying to break free....
I can hear it....
It likes this....
It enjoys hearing him scream....
....It's howling.
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Bakura whimpered as he clutched his stomach in pain, his muscles cramping and then twisting and changing. He heard the crunch of his own bones, and through his tear-blurred eyes he saw his nails lengthening into sharp, dangerous claws.
Somewhere inside, he felt his Yami also changing, but he wasn't crying. He was laughing. He was enjoying this.
The silver-haired child managed a strangled cry as his teeth changed into fangs and his jaws stretched into a muzzle, his cries deepening and turning into growls.
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Outside the room, all watched the door fearfully, except one. Tristan bit down on his lip to keep from crying or screaming or whatever his impulses would tell him to do if he let his self-control slip away. He remembered the pain vividly, almost as if it were he who was transforming right then. He couldn't help but tremble a little and his hands clenched into fists when he heard a half roar, half cry from Bakura.
'Please say the door holds...please, please say it holds...' he prayed silently.
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With a final roar, the change finished. What was once Bakura was now a silver-furred beast with nearly glowing red eyes.
The creature realized it was in a room—a CLOSED room, with no windows to make it worse. This wouldn't do. He wanted freedom. He wanted to hunt. He wanted blood.
That door would have to go, then.
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Everyone jumped when they heard the door being slammed into by a heavy body. The door didn't break, but that was only the first hit.
"It'll hold, don't worry, it'll hold...." Yugi whispered, his voice almost a squeak from fear.
The beast hit the door again; this time the hinges gave slightly.
A third time, and the hinges began to pull off the wall.
Yugi kept repeating a mantra of "it'll hold, it'll hold, don't worry, it'll hold", though no one believed it by now.
There was a four-second long pause, and everyone held their breath.
And then, with a thunderous crash, the beast knocked the door off its hinges and burst through the glass window directly in front of it. The sharp sound of glass splintering and falling to the floor was almost deafening, and as the silver-furred werewolf ran off into the black night, they heard a howl.
"S-so...what do we do now?" Joey managed to choke out after a few silent moments.
"Um...sit here and wait for sunrise?" Yugi squeaked softly, cowering behind Yami.
"No. We go out and we stop him." Tristan growled. "I'm not letting something like this happen a second time."
"What the hell do you think we can do, go out there and whistle for him like a lost dog!?" Joey hissed at his best friend, looking at him like he was suggesting they build a life-sized pyramid with rice grains. The taller boy continued to stare at the broken window darkly for a moment before replying.
"We have to stop this. We have to stop this curse from ever coming back. We can't just ignore it and hope it'll go away!"
"That's not what we're doing!"
"Then what ARE we doing!? We have to catch him and then keep him at bay until we get the monkshood, and hope that we can keep his yami under control, too!"
"CATCH him!? Oh, like we could put a collar on him and tell him to sit!"
"Alright, then, we'll ignore it and let a few innocent people get ruthlessly murdered and EATEN!"
"GUYS!!" Téa shouted finally, calming the two. "I'm sure there's a way to deal with this, but we need to stay calm!"
"She's right. If we're going to do anything, we can't argue." Yami's crimson eyes were stern. He hadn't physically dealt with the werewolves before, but he'd seen through Yugi's eyes what one could do.
"Alright, alright, just no speeches, jeez...." Joey grumbled.
And they set to work on a plan. And fixing the broken window and explaining it to Yugi's grandfather, who had been out of town and still would be for another two months.
And throughout it all, Yami continued to mutter under his breath "By Ra and all the gods, I hate werewolves..."
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Loretta-Elaine Lebanne walked briskly home from buying groceries, shifting the brown paper bags in her arms. It was cold, but the full moon looked beautiful on the new-fallen snow. Her breath frosted in front of her as she walked the short distance from the store back to her warm home.
But, unfortunately, she would never make it there again. Not alive, anyway.
Hidden by the cold white powder, the creature slowly opened its bright red eyes as the woman passed by him, oblivious. In one quick movement, he pounced and snapped her neck in his jaws, not even giving her a chance to scream. The groceries spilled onto the pavement, eggs cracking and leaking onto the ground and glass containers shattering and spilling their contents onto the sidewalk.
The beast tore at the woman's body, ripping off her heavy clothing feasting on her still warm flesh and blood, savoring the taste and watching in delight as the red liquid mixed and mingled with the spilled things. He finished what portions he wanted on the dead human's body and then lapped up a few of the eggs before stalking off into the dark night once more.
And he wondered if the green-eyed one would join him.
There's Something Inside Me That Pulls Beneath the Surface...
Ooooh, lotsa plot...and yes, I'm sorry Yami fans, but he DOES make too many speeches. What you can usually hear me saying during the episodes is "Oi, Yami, jes' shyaddap and duel!" @.o;; Pink bunnies and sporks...*thud*
