Author's Notes: GAH! Gothic Atrocity-sama, you said the name! x.x;;; The name that the Knights of Ni cannot bear to hear....erm...*ahem* Um, sorry for not updating in ages, my muses decided to be oh-so-sweet and go on strike. X.x;;; Not to mention RPing, holidays, personal disaster, and all that wonderful stuff. But now I'm back! o^.^o And hopefully I won't keep you guys in suspense for another eight months. o^.^o;;; Heh...
And, you know the 'green-eyed one' that Bakura mentioned in chapter four? At first it was gonna be Tristan, I'll admit, but now I've got a better idea. o^.~o You'll see.
And I have NOT jumped on the bandwagon and begun to call Bakura 'Ryou' and Yami Bakura 'Bakura'. Yes, I know in the Japanese version, Ryou was Bakura's first name, but I have recently seen a bunch of Japanese episodes and they call him 'Bakura-kun', because it's extremely impolite in Japan to call someone by their first name if they don't ask you to first. (Now why they do it for Anzu and Yugi, we will probably never know...) And I will still be using the dub names, much as I hate it, but if you see me slip up somewhere and call Tristan 'Honda' or Joey 'Jounouchi', pay it no mind. o^.^o
So, now, onto the fic! o^.^o Opening and ending words are from "Haunted" by my new second favorite band, Evanescence. They kick ass!!
Metamorphosis
Chapter 6: Your Heart Pounding In My Head
Joey sighed as he leaned back against a cardboard box, holding into it as the van made another turn. The pack members had gotten to the Game Shop about three in the afternoon, and had brought a large business van with an empty back. Well, almost empty, save for a few boxes full of one-size-fits-all clothes, tranquilizers, and metal restraints. Just in case.
Since there were only two seats in the front, everyone else had to ride in the back. Two of the pack members were in the front, and it was himself, Tristan, Kaiba, Yugi, Yami, and the third pack member in the back.
Said third pack member was a short, relatively young girl with black hair, and she had said earlier she was a H. lupus londones, one of the 'new' werewolves Yugi had told them about. They were quick and thought almost exactly like an H. lupus mutare, so she would be very helpful.
One of the other two, another girl, was an H. lupus castitas named Delilah, and she had an incredible sense of smell. She'd impressed everyone by telling what brand of soap Yugi used when she'd first been introduced. Needless to say, he had been both impressed and slightly embarrassed. Coupled with the fact that Delilah was drop-dead gorgeous, with dark silver-gray hair and a very curved figure (which gave her the ability to make any straight male do what she asked them to), she was going to be quite an ally.
The last one was a man, and by far the most impressive. He was very muscular with eerie yellow eyes, but the most striking thing about him was that he was tall enough to look down at Kaiba. He was an H. lupus erectus, and that fact made him that much more intimidating. He was the 'brute force' of the three, and was also going to prove himself very useful, seeing as they had Yami Bakura to go up against.
There were two other pack members that had already transformed and begun to search, and if they found Bakura or Yami Bakura they would try to keep them in one location until everyone else got there.
Joey held onto the box again as they turned another corner, half-listening to Yugi go on and on about how a werewolf's bite would turn a human into a werewolf.
"You see, there's this type of bacteria in their saliva that gets into a human's bloodstream, and then it starts changing their DNA to match the werewolf's. How long it takes depends on the type of werewolf, because the bacteria are different in each kind. In Homo lupus mutare and londones, it works really slow and usually takes about three or four weeks to complete the process. With Homo lupus erectus, it can only be a few hours, and they have the bacteria in their claws, too. Homo lupus immortalis and castitas don't have that bacteria in their saliva, but it is in their blood, so if they share blood with anyone that person will turn into a werewolf."
"What about that other new one? Suburban or something." Tristan pointed out, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Homo lupus suburbia. Um, I don't know about them...we know next to nothing about those. There's only like, five out there that we've actually seen." Yugi explained, brushing a few wayward strands of hair away from his violet eyes. "I think theirs works the same as the mutare and the londones, though, but it's really gradual rather than all of a sudden at the end of the month."
"What about that collective consciousness thing? How does that work?" Yami inquired, wrapping an arm around his other half to steady him as they made another turn.
"It's like schizophrenia, just with a lot more voices." Joey replied flatly before Yugi could say anything. They glanced over at him and gave him a curious look.
"What?"
"When it gets really, really quiet, like almost completely silent, you can hear lots of voices in the back of your head. The more you listen, the louder they get. And that's what usually drives a werewolf insane and makes them start to kill people just for fun. Your own voice is in there, too, saying your deepest feelings about what you are, and lots of werewolves' voices don't exactly have pleasant things to say about how they feel about themselves and humans. You have to learn to block those out, or you end up just like them." he said softly, voice serious. Everyone was quiet after that.
"....I remember that." Tristan finally said after a moment, looking away. "But I couldn't block them out."
"You learn to, if you stay that way long enough. You were only a werewolf for three days."
"Yeah, I know, don't remind me...."
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Yami Bakura growled a little as he yanked his other half along, ignoring the stares they were getting from people in the crowd. After all, it's not every day you see albino twins wearing identical black t-shirts and jeans with no shoes running along the sidewalk.
He glanced over his shoulder slightly, then snarled when he saw their pursuers still chasing them and increased his pace. Bakura whimpered--it was hard enough to keep up with his dark other as it was.
They'd been running from two people--obviously the 'friends' Yami Bakura had talked about earlier--for the better part of an hour, and Bakura was exhausted. He didn't know if the former tomb robber either couldn't get winded or he just had a lot of stamina, but either way it was very tiring. He would have loved to just stop running and let himself get caught, but Yami Bakura had an iron grip on his arm and wasn't about to let him go any time soon.
The silver-haired boy yelped as his yami changed directions abruptly, darting into a fast food restaurant and slipping into the kitchen, obviously ignoring the protesting shouts from various members of the staff.
~I don't think we're supposed to be back here!~
~Does it look like I care?~
Bakura rolled his eyes at that comment, then squeaked as he was roughly shoved through the back door of the kitchen, then yanked up and over a tall wooden fence. The edges of the wood scraped him and his cold, bare toes bumped roughly against the hard surface, but he was being pulled along a sidewalk at a fast pace once again before he even had a chance to complain.
Yami Bakura abruptly skidded to a stop when he saw a manhole cover in the center of the street. He glanced around quickly and, upon seeing no one, dragged his whimpering light half towards it, picking up the metal cover with a strength no human should naturally possess. Bakura took the hint and, not wanting to intentionally piss of his dark half, climbed down the narrow ladder into the sewers below, covering his nose with his shirt in a feeble attempt to block out the smell. Yami Bakura quickly climbed down after him, placing the cover back on the manhole and then pulling the boy along once more, though at a much slower pace.
~We're relatively safe now, but walk quickly. We don't want to get caught.~
~Actually, I want to get caught, you're the one that--~
~Shut. Up. Now.~
~......~
~...Here.~ Yami Bakura thought to his other as he pulled a bottle of spring water from his back pocket. ~Drink this. You don't want to get dehydrated.~
~...Where in the world did you--~
~From someone back in that kitchen. You're lucky it's unopened.~
~But we were running too fast--~
~Not for me we weren't. Remember, I was the best tomb thief back in my day. Grabbing things quickly was no problem then, and it still isn't now.~
~...I see....~ Bakura replied simply and awkwardly opened the bottle with one hand, seeing as the other was still in his dark's grip. He took a long drink, nearly draining half the bottle. When he finally pulled it away to pant for air, he blinked when he saw Yami Bakura smirking at him.
~You're not used to running, are you?~
~No, not really. Especially not when it's freezing cold and I have no shoes or socks.~
~Now that I agree with. It was never, ever this cold in Egypt, not even at night during winter. Is this common?~
~Yes, very. It gets hot in the summer, though, but probably not as hot as it did where you come from....~
~Then I can't wait for that. I hate this damned cold climate.~
~When you get your fur tonight you'll feel better.~ The boy thought with a smile at his dark half, then squeaked when he realized what he'd said, freezing in place. The dark spirit only chuckled and continued to drag Bakura along.
~So, it's finally getting to you, eh? I was wondering when it would start kicking in.~
~B-but--no--I can't! I mean--this isn't right--~
~Oh, shut up. You'll like it, if you just accept it. It feels good to be a werewolf.~
~....No....~
Watching Me, Wanting Me
Gah, that took ages....well, before I skitter off I'll say this: Keya Ishtar, Malik will be showing up in later chapters (took me forever to figure out how the hell to work him in, though), and I have the ending completely planned out. I am going to be staying on ff.net, because I have nothing better to do, and, at the time of posting this, it's only five days until my birthday! o^_____^o I'm gonna be sixteen, hell yeah!
And, if you like my more serious fics, check out my other account Draconian Eyes. At the moment all I have is Bandit Keith-centered fics (he quickly became my favorite character after an RP with Dai-Onna-chan), but if you can stomach that please go see! o^.^o
