Bring Me To Life
Chapter Two: Intrinsic Intrigue
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Wake me up.
Wake me up inside.
I can't wake up.
Wake me up inside.
Save me.
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Wake me up.
Bid my blood to run.
I can't wake up.
Before I come undone.
Save me.
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Ryou walked out of the museum doors and looked around.
If he wasn't already dead, he would have died then.
Large metallic chariots rushed by without the aid of animals, lights blinked and glowed without fire or the sun, and people shouting in a strange language. It was a good thing for Ryou that he knew a dialect of this language. Albeit a very old dialect, but still. He listened for a while and was able to pick up enough to entice a young blonde haired woman that was dressed in the shortest clothes he had ever seen to follow him into an alley. He wondered if maybe she was a slave, but he doubted it.
He slid into the alleyway and listened to her speak for a moment before he stepped up close and held her head still as he kissed her deeply. He began to sesually slip his tongue down and across the girl's lips and chin and down to her throat. He then let his lips slip over to reveal his fangs and puncture her skin and sucked hard, draining her quick.
When he finished he let her go, pushing her body into a dumpster as his eyes flash and he licks his lips. Thanks to the young woman everything crashed in on him. The world around him swirled and he looked up. Everything made sense. He understood the language, the lights, the cars...
He hated it all.
He shrugged and looked over her body and picked her pockets, taking out a large wad of cash and stashing it into his pocket.
He walked along the streets, looking completely human and full of more life than could ever be imagined. You would have never been able to tell that he wasn't human.
He stopped in front of a shop front and looked over the outfits displayed in the window. He then walked in and bought them all with the money he had pilfered off the girl and walked out, wearing a black turtleneck shirt with no sleeves, tight red leather pants, and a long crimson leather trench coat. The trench flared at his hips as he walked away from the store, the chain from his wallet slapping his leg and jingling.
"So this is Domino..."
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Bakura had given up on sleep and had called his best friend Marik to come over. He slid his hand over his silk pajama bottoms, his chest bare. He sighed one more time before he heard the doorbell ring.
"Yo, I'm coming." He called as he stood and went to the large oak door, pulling it open. On the other side of the door stood a huddled corn silk haired teen the same age as Bakura. He stomped in, slipping his boots off and smiling widely at Bakura.
"Been a long time since you needed me for something more than an ear 'Kura." Marik said as he grinned at Bakura.
"Just shut up and go to the living room."
"Whatever, your hundred." Marik said as he walked into the living room, glancing over everything. The scarlet couch was perfect, the glass coffee table anything but smudged, and the plush carpet sank around and under his toes.
Bakura walked up behind Marik and clutched him around the waist. "Where's the stuff 'Rik?"
Marik fished in his pocket and produced a small baggie with a razor blade and two small straws. The other pocket was emptied, revealing a bag of white powder and a mirror.
Bakura took the mirror and cleared off the coffee table and set the mirror down carefully. He then reached into a drawer and pulled a hundred out and handed it to Marik.
Marik nodded and pocketed the money and poured the powder on the mirror before cutting it and handing Bakura a straw.
Bakura nodded and leaned forward, quickly sniffing one line and blinking quickly as he breathed out of his mouth and leaned back onto his hands and watched Marik do the same.
"Best lines I got 'Kura. Better gimme something good."
Bakura laughed and stood slowly, the buzz beginning as he stumbled to the kitchen and got them some snacks. His blood was boiling and he felt as if his skin was singing. He smirked as he pulled out some cold pizza and put it in the microwave. When it finished he brought the pizza to Marik who inhaled it. He noticed another line was gone and kneeled, having his second and last line.
His vision blurred and he moaned, seeing nothing but swirls of color as he laid back on the ground, talking absolute nonsense with Marik. They fell asleep like that on the living room floor, not really caring.
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Ryou woke up and yawned, stretching his body out. He had taken shelter in a crypt for the day but now the sun was fading and he was awake.
/...Ryou.../
'What the hell... again?'
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Bakura was walking through the rose gardens, touching the velvet soft petals of some of the roses, but he wasn't feeling them. All he could think about was his recurring dream.
"Ryou..." he whispered gently to the wind.
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"Ryou..."
"Now that isn't my imagination." Ryou's eyes flashed and he opened the door to the crypt silently. He moved out and saw a young man standing, staring into a crimson rose. This young man was just slightly taller than him but for all other purposes exactly like him.
"Bakura..."
Ryou's eyes widened. How did he know this male? He couldn't. He'd never seen him before.
Bakura looked up at him suddenly and gasped. Deep emerald met fiery scarlet and the two looked at each for the first time.
Then Bakura smirked.
Ryou raised an eyebrow and returned the smirk before walking away, leaving Bakura holding a rose and watching as Ryou's trench swayed easily around him, flaring in the breeze.
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Ryou walked into the club, letting the overpowering stench of alcohol and sweat hit him, the sounds of hundreds of hearts thrummed around him and he found what he was looking for.
The boy was so unsuspecting, his hair waving wildly around him. It was the most unusual hairstyle he had ever seen. It was black with red tips and golden bangs and stood like a star around his head. The boy was tan and leather clad, and trying to send him seductive looks with his scarlet eyes. He walked over and leaned in close to the other boy.
"You're not fooling me Pharaoh."
Yami smiled. "I know. I can try though, right?"
"Not anymore."
"Aww, why not?" Yami pretended to look hurt.
"Bakura."
"Bakura?"
Ryou nodded. "He exists Yami. He's just as beautiful as I envisioned so long ago."
Yami smirked. "Good for you then. I'm still looking for mine."
"With your hairstyle shouldn't be hard." Ryou laughed.
"Yeah yeah, don't quit your day job."
"Tomb robbing is the life for me." Ryou smirked. "In any case, he intrigues me."
"It's only natural that he does so. Hey… Have you seen Malik?"
"Nope."
"Stupid guardian."
Chapter Two: Intrinsic Intrigue
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Wake me up.
Wake me up inside.
I can't wake up.
Wake me up inside.
Save me.
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Wake me up.
Bid my blood to run.
I can't wake up.
Before I come undone.
Save me.
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Ryou walked out of the museum doors and looked around.
If he wasn't already dead, he would have died then.
Large metallic chariots rushed by without the aid of animals, lights blinked and glowed without fire or the sun, and people shouting in a strange language. It was a good thing for Ryou that he knew a dialect of this language. Albeit a very old dialect, but still. He listened for a while and was able to pick up enough to entice a young blonde haired woman that was dressed in the shortest clothes he had ever seen to follow him into an alley. He wondered if maybe she was a slave, but he doubted it.
He slid into the alleyway and listened to her speak for a moment before he stepped up close and held her head still as he kissed her deeply. He began to sesually slip his tongue down and across the girl's lips and chin and down to her throat. He then let his lips slip over to reveal his fangs and puncture her skin and sucked hard, draining her quick.
When he finished he let her go, pushing her body into a dumpster as his eyes flash and he licks his lips. Thanks to the young woman everything crashed in on him. The world around him swirled and he looked up. Everything made sense. He understood the language, the lights, the cars...
He hated it all.
He shrugged and looked over her body and picked her pockets, taking out a large wad of cash and stashing it into his pocket.
He walked along the streets, looking completely human and full of more life than could ever be imagined. You would have never been able to tell that he wasn't human.
He stopped in front of a shop front and looked over the outfits displayed in the window. He then walked in and bought them all with the money he had pilfered off the girl and walked out, wearing a black turtleneck shirt with no sleeves, tight red leather pants, and a long crimson leather trench coat. The trench flared at his hips as he walked away from the store, the chain from his wallet slapping his leg and jingling.
"So this is Domino..."
~(@
Bakura had given up on sleep and had called his best friend Marik to come over. He slid his hand over his silk pajama bottoms, his chest bare. He sighed one more time before he heard the doorbell ring.
"Yo, I'm coming." He called as he stood and went to the large oak door, pulling it open. On the other side of the door stood a huddled corn silk haired teen the same age as Bakura. He stomped in, slipping his boots off and smiling widely at Bakura.
"Been a long time since you needed me for something more than an ear 'Kura." Marik said as he grinned at Bakura.
"Just shut up and go to the living room."
"Whatever, your hundred." Marik said as he walked into the living room, glancing over everything. The scarlet couch was perfect, the glass coffee table anything but smudged, and the plush carpet sank around and under his toes.
Bakura walked up behind Marik and clutched him around the waist. "Where's the stuff 'Rik?"
Marik fished in his pocket and produced a small baggie with a razor blade and two small straws. The other pocket was emptied, revealing a bag of white powder and a mirror.
Bakura took the mirror and cleared off the coffee table and set the mirror down carefully. He then reached into a drawer and pulled a hundred out and handed it to Marik.
Marik nodded and pocketed the money and poured the powder on the mirror before cutting it and handing Bakura a straw.
Bakura nodded and leaned forward, quickly sniffing one line and blinking quickly as he breathed out of his mouth and leaned back onto his hands and watched Marik do the same.
"Best lines I got 'Kura. Better gimme something good."
Bakura laughed and stood slowly, the buzz beginning as he stumbled to the kitchen and got them some snacks. His blood was boiling and he felt as if his skin was singing. He smirked as he pulled out some cold pizza and put it in the microwave. When it finished he brought the pizza to Marik who inhaled it. He noticed another line was gone and kneeled, having his second and last line.
His vision blurred and he moaned, seeing nothing but swirls of color as he laid back on the ground, talking absolute nonsense with Marik. They fell asleep like that on the living room floor, not really caring.
~(@
Ryou woke up and yawned, stretching his body out. He had taken shelter in a crypt for the day but now the sun was fading and he was awake.
/...Ryou.../
'What the hell... again?'
~(@
Bakura was walking through the rose gardens, touching the velvet soft petals of some of the roses, but he wasn't feeling them. All he could think about was his recurring dream.
"Ryou..." he whispered gently to the wind.
~(@
"Ryou..."
"Now that isn't my imagination." Ryou's eyes flashed and he opened the door to the crypt silently. He moved out and saw a young man standing, staring into a crimson rose. This young man was just slightly taller than him but for all other purposes exactly like him.
"Bakura..."
Ryou's eyes widened. How did he know this male? He couldn't. He'd never seen him before.
Bakura looked up at him suddenly and gasped. Deep emerald met fiery scarlet and the two looked at each for the first time.
Then Bakura smirked.
Ryou raised an eyebrow and returned the smirk before walking away, leaving Bakura holding a rose and watching as Ryou's trench swayed easily around him, flaring in the breeze.
~(@
Ryou walked into the club, letting the overpowering stench of alcohol and sweat hit him, the sounds of hundreds of hearts thrummed around him and he found what he was looking for.
The boy was so unsuspecting, his hair waving wildly around him. It was the most unusual hairstyle he had ever seen. It was black with red tips and golden bangs and stood like a star around his head. The boy was tan and leather clad, and trying to send him seductive looks with his scarlet eyes. He walked over and leaned in close to the other boy.
"You're not fooling me Pharaoh."
Yami smiled. "I know. I can try though, right?"
"Not anymore."
"Aww, why not?" Yami pretended to look hurt.
"Bakura."
"Bakura?"
Ryou nodded. "He exists Yami. He's just as beautiful as I envisioned so long ago."
Yami smirked. "Good for you then. I'm still looking for mine."
"With your hairstyle shouldn't be hard." Ryou laughed.
"Yeah yeah, don't quit your day job."
"Tomb robbing is the life for me." Ryou smirked. "In any case, he intrigues me."
"It's only natural that he does so. Hey… Have you seen Malik?"
"Nope."
"Stupid guardian."