BlackRose: Yeah, I know. I still need to finish typing the next chapter for Dark Mind, Tortured Soul. I'm getting there, don't worry. If it's not up today, hopefully it'll be up by tomorrow. Hm…this chapter may get a bit confusing.
A white-haired male leans rests against the wall of the building, shrouded in darkness. An unlit cigarette dangles from his lips. He lights a match against the bottom of his shoe and brings it to the cigarette just as another figure is walking by. The tip of the stick of nicotine lights and he quickly extinguishes the flame by squeezing it with his hand.
"You're late," he says around the stick. Cold blue eyes run up and down his body.
"You really should give those up. They'll kill you one day." The white-haired male looks at him, a smirk playing across his lips.
"You and I both know that's physically impossible. Guardians are already dead."
"They're not immortal, Bakura. I could change that, though." The said albino Guardian snorts, a puff of smoke streaming out of his nostrils as he did so.
"That shit isn't going to work on me. It may have worked on Otogi, but not me."
"Did you want to make idle conversation or did you want something?"
"I wanted to tell you something." At this, his cold brown eyes snap up to gaze into azure.
"Don't lay a bloody hand on him."
"Ooh, possessive, aren't we?" Brown eyes flecked with red narrow.
"You seduced my last charge. Made him think you actually gave a damn about him. Then you drank him dry. I will not let that happen again, Sephiroth Kaiba." The said vampire chuckles.
"What makes you think I'm not serious about this boy? And, please, do call me Seto. Or Seth. Sephiroth reminds me that I'm not in Egypt anymore."
The white-haired Guardians brown eyes avert back to glare at the wall, index and middle finger coming up to clasp the stick of nicotine momentarily as he releases a puff of smoke from his mouth.
"You're never serious about anything. Do NOT touch him." Seth laughed.
"He's already smitten with me. Besides, I'm his protector."
"That's MY job."
"Then where were you earlier this evening, when he almost got his throat slashed?" Silence was his answer. The white-haired Guardian's jaw clenches as the silence consumes the two. The Guardian lifts the stick back to his mouth, taking a deep puff of the addictive nicotine and releasing it through his flared nostrils. He crosses his arms and fixes his red-flecked gaze on the ancient vampire, eyes narrowing as he growls,
"Lay a hand on him and I swear to God, I will hunt you down and force you to eat your own black heart." Seth chuckles, the sound deep and throaty. He walks up to the Guardian, pinning him to the wall by his wrists and bringing his face so close that his lips brush against Bakura's. The halfway smoked cigarette falls to the ground in a flurry of ash. The vampire deepens the unexpected kiss, rubbing his tongue against the white-haired males, and he slowly leaves the lips to press his mouth against his vulnerable neck, gently pressing his fangs against the pale, unguarded skin. Bakura suppresses the moan that threatens to erupt from his throat, choosing instead to say in a husky voice,
"You won't do it. It's not your style." Seth chuckles again, the sound vibrating against Bakura's throat.
"And how would you know that?"
"I've known you too long. You won't unless I agree to it, which there is not a snowball's chance in hell of happening."
"All you have to do is say yes. Then you can be free. One word. It's not that hard, is it?" As badly as the white-haired Guardian longed to agree, his pride refused to let the word tumble out of his mouth. The one word that could free him from this life.
"No. Now let go of me. I have a job to do." Seth sighed, gently running his tongue against the soft flesh, then relenting. That was the closest he had gotten Bakura into saying yes. Of course, his pride refused to let him simply go against his long time friend's wishes, as badly as he wanted to disobey. The white-haired man straightened and pulled out another cigarette, lighting it as he put it to his lips. He looked at the vampire, who had retreated to his former position, standing to his side.
"I will only say this a final time. Leave Ryou alone," was all he said before he turned on his heel and walked down the opposite end of the alley. He turned to say something to the vampire, only to have his brown eyes meet empty space. He sighed before turning the corner to enter the street. But the thing that came out on the other side was not the white-haired cigarette smoking Guardian. It was a white cat with brown eyes flecked with red.
Shit. I hope Ryou hasn't missed me, the cat thought as he walked down the street, towards Ryou's apartment.
BlackRose: Yeah, strange. It clears some stuff up though. Now you know why Ryou has a white cat. ^.^ I'm sorry for the short chapter, but this is just something to put. Not every chapter is in Ryou's POV, obviously. The ones that don't have him in it will e in normal POV. Hopefully you guys still like this. REVIEW PLEASE!
