Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh, except in my own little private fantasies involving- Ahem. Anyway, on the thanking the reviewers!
I now have 101 reviews!!!!!! BOOYA!!!!!! YIPPEEEEEEE!!!!!!
I never, ever thought I would get that many, and I'd like to send out a big thank-you to everyone who reviewed, whether they be one off readers or my devoted fans! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!
By the way, I've got no sweets again... damn. Will buy more later, they help my thinking. For action I eat mints, humor chocolate, and lime I eat butter-scotch toffees. It really does help! I know, I'm weird....
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks! There will be more limes, but due to me getting more reviews than expected, I have no time to do them and plot. So, I'll do another lime after I've added some plot, mkay? I'll tell you when I'm holding the poll for who it should be.
Sarah Harvey: Thanks for reading, I hope my lime advice helped! If anyone else wants to know how I finally managed to cure my fear of limes, just ask. I'm still not over it completely, but at least I can write the bloody things now.
LYNNSTORYTELLER: Here!
Kira-kura: You can get meningitis vaccines? I've never heard of them... I wish I had. Another one of my friends has come down with it and is not doing well. I'm praying to whatever god might be listening that she gets better. This is a different form of meningitis, it's more resistant to antibiotics. Is meningitis a thing you can only get once? 'cause I've already had it once, not a fun thing, and I don't want to get it again.
Angel Reaper: Don't forget to keep reviewing for Yami/Yugi fluffiness later on in the story. I don't actually like this couple, so I need some time to think about it. This means the story will go on, but with only Bakura/Ryou fluffiness (and maybe some lime) for now.
Smarty1: I will!
Bunnychan Goddess of Yaoi: Sorry if there's a misunderstanding, but people seem to understand what I mean. So I'm going to keep calling them what I think is right: Lime = boy x boy, Lemon = girl x boy. That's just how I've always known it. And I've been on FF.net for longer than you. So Nyaha!
Bakuraluva: Yep, I liked your chant! It rules! I started singing it at school. People keep staring at me. And yeah, I'm doing all right about my friends. They were both good people, and I know they'll be happy wherever they are now.
The Chaotic Ones: I'll keep writin' if you keep reviewin'!
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*****Bakuras POV*****
Bakura woke up, the alarm of knowing sunrise was near jangling through his nerves. When Bakura looked up, false dawn was already beginning.
Lucky we hadn't flown too far away from my castle or else I'd be in trouble.
Bakura looked down at the sleeping Ryou curled up in his arms. At some point he must have pulled the cape over them, as it was now covering them both up to the waist. The black contrasted so starkly with Ryous white skin and hair, which Bakura softly stroked.
As much as he would have loved to stay there, if he didn't move soon he would be a crispy-fried vampire. So he gently kissed Ryou, and felt him stir.
"Morning Ryou. Actually, it is rather near morning, and we need to move."
"Morning Bakura. Okay, just give me sometime to get my clothes on. Where are they?" Ryou leaned up on one elbow, scanning around the area. He saw their clothes scatted a few meters away, and blushed. Bakura laughed quietly to himself while his hikari untangled himself out of the cape and got up to get their clothes.
Bakura watched him, enjoying the view, and really wishing it wasn't nearly dawn... maybe Malik, Marik and the others wouldn't be back yet, and they'd have some time to themselves...
Bakuras thoughts were broken by a bundle of clothes being thrown at him by a blushing Ryou.
"Stop staring at me Bakura!"
"But now I can stare at you without you thinking I'm going to eat you or something."
"That's a relief."
"What?"
"Don't worry. Get some clothes on Bakura, we don't have much time." Grumbling, Bakura got up and put his clothes on. Except for the cape, which he held up while grinning.
"Look at how messy you got my cape, Ryou. Naughty slave."
Ryou turned and even brighter shade of red, if that was possible, and mumbled something.
"Don't worry, Ryou. I'm just teasing. Now we've really got to get going." Bakura rolled the cape up and wrapped his arms around Ryou. He planted a kiss on Ryous forehead before he launched into the air, and back to the castle.
*****The next night, Bakura or Ryous POV (switches, you decide when.) *****
Much to Bakuras annoyance, the rest of the group were there, and he had to spend another day sleeping instead of other activities that he'd much rather be doing. Now they were all at Malik and Mariks house, the humans munching on pizza and the vampires... well, let's just say they had already munched.
They were talking about what they were going to do next, mainly break into Kaibas mansion and gather up any information about the doubles that they could. Bakura was all for just torturing Kaiba, but Yami warned that Kaiba was at least several hundred years older and as vampires got older, they got stronger. It turned out Marik was good at computers -Not that good, Yami kept saying darkly- and Bakura had a natural aptitude for locks. So did Marik and Malik, but Bakura was the best.
Yami had just bought up the problems of the security when a crossbow bolt smashed through the window and hit the wall right next to Mariks head. He turned around and looked at it. It had a blue dragon drawn on the fletching.
"Shit." Marik stated, and ducked, everyone else following suit. More crossbow bolts struck the wall and table, which Yami had overturned and was now sheltering behind.
"What was on the bolt?" Yami yelled at Marik over the sound of more breaking glass and splintering wood.
"A blue dragon. Why? I've seen it on a arrow before, the assassin bloody nearly got us."
Yami paled slightly and yelled at Malik and Bakura.
"We've got to get out of here! That's Kaibas sign! He's got the best assassins in the world! I've never known anyone survive an attack!"
"Well, that's alright," stated Malik. "Because we're already dead."
"You know what I mean! Are those gold thingys any good for anything?!"
Maliks reply was cut off by someone crashing in through the now destroyed windows with a silver sword in one hand and a crossbow in the other. He fired the crossbow at Malik, who dodged but only barely. The hunter didn't get a second chance as Bakura rose up behind him and neatly broke his neck.
Marik had gone to the door and opened it, then slammed it shut and wedged a dresser in front of the door. Ryou noticed there was a sliver knife imbedded in the door.
"There's about ten of them coming up the stairs!" Bakura nodded, but was too busy fighting off more hunters that were breaking through the windows. His silver knife was drenched in blood, but the hunters were beginning to slow down in coming in.
Unfortunately, the door was beginning to buckle as something rammed against it. Bakura went up to it, and as the person rammed up against the door, he rammed his knife right through the wood. There was a shriek and the ramming stopped, but only for a short while before something started banging on the door.
"Any ideas?!" Bakura shouted at Malik.
"I'll use the Rod!"
"To do what exactly?!"
"It's really good at blowing things up. Like floors." Malik pointed the golden staff at the floor and said something in a language that Ryou didn't understand. The floor was suddenly ripped open like something very heavy had just fallen on it, and Marik jumped down into the empty floor below, Yami, Yugi and Ryou following him.
"Are you coming or not, Bakura?!" Malik shouted at Bakura, who yanked something out of the wooden door and jumped down the hole. Malik followed him and followed everyone else running out the door with Marik in front, leading the way. Crossbow bolts peppered the walls around them as their pursuers realized where they'd gone. They ran down the spiraling staircase until they reached a door on the other side of the building from Mariks room. Marik charged down the door and ran into the room, occupied by a very startled young lady. Malik threw open the window and jumped out, Marik a second afterwards. Then went Yami, Yugi and finally Bakura. Just as Bakura jumped out, the door was slammed back on its hinges as the hunters poured through, and a crossbow bolt hit the window beside Ryou, shattering the glass all over him.
Ryou leapt out the window, a crossbow bolt flying after him and hitting the building on the other side of the road. Ryou was falling, falling... and then caught as a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and turned his fall into a glide, sweeping down only a few feet above the tops of the cars, drawing people out to watch, swear and scream.
Bakura drew them upwards, above the rooftops and out of range of any guns or crossbows. He was shortly joined by a heavily bleeding Yami and a healthy Yugi. Marik and Malik were nowhere to be seen. Their brief respite was short-lived, however, as a masked vampire flew up to them, and another one, and another, and another, and yet another. They all carried crossbows.
"Move!" Bakura shouted to Yami, and the two vampires set off, flying faster than any of the cars on the speedway far beneath them. Yami was slowly falling behind though, both from his injuries and the fact he wasn't as old as Bakura, and so not as strong. Bakura slowed down so he was flying above Yami and shouted down at him.
"Can you carry another?!"
"Yes, but it will slow me down too much!"
"Don't worry. Catch!"
"Bakura, no!" Ryou said, as he felt Bakuras arms release him, and he fell into Yamis outstretched arm. He turned to look at Bakura, as Bakura slowed, and saw Bakura give him a grin and a wink before he wheeled around and turned to face the attackers.
"Bakura!" Ryou shouted, as he wriggled in Yamis arms, trying to get to Bakura. There was no way Bakura could stand up to five vampires with crossbows at once.
"Stop squirming! He has chosen what to do, and he's a good fighter. He killed me, remember?"
"He can't fight them!"
"Hold still!"
"No! Bakura!" Ryou reached out towards the shrinking figure of Bakura, Surrounded by black dots. Something moved in the corner of his vision, and he turned around. Sudden blackness overwhelmed his vision, and the last thing he heard was Yamis voice saying sorry.
*****Bakuras POV *****
Bakura winked at Ryou, wishing he felt as sure as he looked. He hovered in the air, waiting for the hunters to catch up. It didn't take long. Bakura didn't bother with any clichés, any brave words or witty humor. He snarled and charged towards the nearest hunter, taking it by surprise and wrenching its crossbow from its hands.
Bakura fired it into the heart of the previous owner, and it exploded into dust from the point where it had been shot to its wing tips. Before it fully became dust, Bakura grabbed the pouch full of arrows on the vampires belt, and as the vampire turned into dust, simply pulled it away. He reloaded the crossbow, dodging most of the bolts aimed at him. One went through his lower leg, another skimmed his right shoulder.
He re-loaded and went for the vampire who has just shot at him, giving it no time to reload, and shot it in the heart. He didn't like killing vampires, but it was him or them. When the next shot hit his right arm, he dropped the crossbow.
Bakura cursed and dropped the bad of arrows, and kicked at the vampire nearest to him, who was raising the crossbow. He knocked it out of the vampires arms, and reaching into his belt, drew out his silver knife. He slashed at the other vampires face, while the other hand reached along and grabbed the hard ridge of muscle at the base of the other vampires wings.
Bakura swung away from another crossbow bolt and moved behind his opponent, cutting the ridge of muscle on both the hunters wings, so he couldn't fly. The vampire fell down and another bolt skimmed Bakuras side.
Bakura moved in and grabbed the next vampires wrist, swinging him around so it took the next bolt aimed at him in the chest. It exploded into dust, and then Bakura had only one victim left.
"Hello, Bakura." The hunter said, it's face wrapped in folds of black fabric so only the eyes were visible.
"Who the hell are you?" Bakura asked.
"Let's make this a bit more even, shall we? I've got something to settle with you and your friend Malik." The other vampire dropped the crossbow and began to unwind the scarf from around its head.
"Sarcrin!"
"The same." The vampire glared at Bakura.
"I thought Malik killed you."
"Obviously he didn't. He left me with a crossbow bolt in each arm, pinning me to a tree near sunrise. I'm not sure whether he was being nice or cruel."
"Cruel." Stated Bakura flatly. Even if Sarcrin had been Maliks sire, Malik wouldn't have shown kindness to him while trying to take over his position. It was a matter of honor.
"If you say so. Do you want to start? I'm really getting quite bored."
Bakura took the bait and lunged at Sarcrin, only to swipe at empty air. Sarcrin was one of the three leaders that Malik, Bakura and Otogi had supposedly killed and overthrown in order to get the three magical artifacts that were symbols of high office in the vampire community. This meant he was at least fifty years older than Bakura, and faster too.
Bakura turned around, to see again, nothing. Then he felt his arms being twisted up against his back.
"I want to hear a scream, friend, like I screamed when the first rays of light pierced my skin and bone. Scream for me, Bakura, as your friend will later. Scream!"
Sarcrin twisted Bakuras arms too far, and there was a sickening crack as they broke. Still, Bakura did nothing but hiss.
"Hmm, you won't scream? What a shame, I might have let you live longer. And now, Bakura, goodbye." Bakura felt only one arm holding both his wrists, but his arms were on fire and nothing would work. Shortly he felt the cold burn of a silver knife along his back, stopping behind where his heart was.
"See you in hell, Bakura." Sarcrin said pleasantly, and then froze.
"No, They reserve a special place in hell for bastards like you." Came Maliks voice from behind Sarcrin, and then Sarcrin exploded into dust, a crossbow bolt through his heart.
Bakura sagged down a few meters before he could get his wings to work again.
"Thanks." he said weakly.
"Should have killed the bastard the first time." Malik said, and wrapped his arm around Bakura waist, holding him up while Bakura painfully set the bones in his own arms, waiting until they healing well enough before he pulled the crossbow bolts out from his leg and arm. The bleeding stopped quickly, as Bakura was still full of the healing magic of the chamber.
"Where are the others?"
"Yami is currently taking Ryou and Yugi back to your castle, Marik is on a rooftop not too far away with a new crossbow and set of throwing knives. I'm glad no-one's too badly hurt, I had to use my healing up on him. Stupid bastard still thinks he's nearly immortal." Malik smiled fondly and pulled away from Bakura.
"Let's go pick him up, and get home. I need to rest. Then we'll plan how to get into Kaibas office, quickly while he's still gloating over his near victory."
"Sure thing. I think I'm going to need as much rest as I can get."
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There you are! Another chapter! And so soon! Well, that's because it's not a lime, so I've got all these great plot ideas stored up. There should be another chapter along in about two to four days, if I get enough reviews, of course.
Big action chapter, guess it's because I was eating peppermints again. Ate a whole tube of them while writing this. I never knew writing was so expensive.
Anyway, the more you review, the sooner I'll write up new chapters, and the sooner I'll be ready to take votes for a lime!
So, reviewing, anyone?
I now have 101 reviews!!!!!! BOOYA!!!!!! YIPPEEEEEEE!!!!!!
I never, ever thought I would get that many, and I'd like to send out a big thank-you to everyone who reviewed, whether they be one off readers or my devoted fans! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!
By the way, I've got no sweets again... damn. Will buy more later, they help my thinking. For action I eat mints, humor chocolate, and lime I eat butter-scotch toffees. It really does help! I know, I'm weird....
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks! There will be more limes, but due to me getting more reviews than expected, I have no time to do them and plot. So, I'll do another lime after I've added some plot, mkay? I'll tell you when I'm holding the poll for who it should be.
Sarah Harvey: Thanks for reading, I hope my lime advice helped! If anyone else wants to know how I finally managed to cure my fear of limes, just ask. I'm still not over it completely, but at least I can write the bloody things now.
LYNNSTORYTELLER: Here!
Kira-kura: You can get meningitis vaccines? I've never heard of them... I wish I had. Another one of my friends has come down with it and is not doing well. I'm praying to whatever god might be listening that she gets better. This is a different form of meningitis, it's more resistant to antibiotics. Is meningitis a thing you can only get once? 'cause I've already had it once, not a fun thing, and I don't want to get it again.
Angel Reaper: Don't forget to keep reviewing for Yami/Yugi fluffiness later on in the story. I don't actually like this couple, so I need some time to think about it. This means the story will go on, but with only Bakura/Ryou fluffiness (and maybe some lime) for now.
Smarty1: I will!
Bunnychan Goddess of Yaoi: Sorry if there's a misunderstanding, but people seem to understand what I mean. So I'm going to keep calling them what I think is right: Lime = boy x boy, Lemon = girl x boy. That's just how I've always known it. And I've been on FF.net for longer than you. So Nyaha!
Bakuraluva: Yep, I liked your chant! It rules! I started singing it at school. People keep staring at me. And yeah, I'm doing all right about my friends. They were both good people, and I know they'll be happy wherever they are now.
The Chaotic Ones: I'll keep writin' if you keep reviewin'!
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*****Bakuras POV*****
Bakura woke up, the alarm of knowing sunrise was near jangling through his nerves. When Bakura looked up, false dawn was already beginning.
Lucky we hadn't flown too far away from my castle or else I'd be in trouble.
Bakura looked down at the sleeping Ryou curled up in his arms. At some point he must have pulled the cape over them, as it was now covering them both up to the waist. The black contrasted so starkly with Ryous white skin and hair, which Bakura softly stroked.
As much as he would have loved to stay there, if he didn't move soon he would be a crispy-fried vampire. So he gently kissed Ryou, and felt him stir.
"Morning Ryou. Actually, it is rather near morning, and we need to move."
"Morning Bakura. Okay, just give me sometime to get my clothes on. Where are they?" Ryou leaned up on one elbow, scanning around the area. He saw their clothes scatted a few meters away, and blushed. Bakura laughed quietly to himself while his hikari untangled himself out of the cape and got up to get their clothes.
Bakura watched him, enjoying the view, and really wishing it wasn't nearly dawn... maybe Malik, Marik and the others wouldn't be back yet, and they'd have some time to themselves...
Bakuras thoughts were broken by a bundle of clothes being thrown at him by a blushing Ryou.
"Stop staring at me Bakura!"
"But now I can stare at you without you thinking I'm going to eat you or something."
"That's a relief."
"What?"
"Don't worry. Get some clothes on Bakura, we don't have much time." Grumbling, Bakura got up and put his clothes on. Except for the cape, which he held up while grinning.
"Look at how messy you got my cape, Ryou. Naughty slave."
Ryou turned and even brighter shade of red, if that was possible, and mumbled something.
"Don't worry, Ryou. I'm just teasing. Now we've really got to get going." Bakura rolled the cape up and wrapped his arms around Ryou. He planted a kiss on Ryous forehead before he launched into the air, and back to the castle.
*****The next night, Bakura or Ryous POV (switches, you decide when.) *****
Much to Bakuras annoyance, the rest of the group were there, and he had to spend another day sleeping instead of other activities that he'd much rather be doing. Now they were all at Malik and Mariks house, the humans munching on pizza and the vampires... well, let's just say they had already munched.
They were talking about what they were going to do next, mainly break into Kaibas mansion and gather up any information about the doubles that they could. Bakura was all for just torturing Kaiba, but Yami warned that Kaiba was at least several hundred years older and as vampires got older, they got stronger. It turned out Marik was good at computers -Not that good, Yami kept saying darkly- and Bakura had a natural aptitude for locks. So did Marik and Malik, but Bakura was the best.
Yami had just bought up the problems of the security when a crossbow bolt smashed through the window and hit the wall right next to Mariks head. He turned around and looked at it. It had a blue dragon drawn on the fletching.
"Shit." Marik stated, and ducked, everyone else following suit. More crossbow bolts struck the wall and table, which Yami had overturned and was now sheltering behind.
"What was on the bolt?" Yami yelled at Marik over the sound of more breaking glass and splintering wood.
"A blue dragon. Why? I've seen it on a arrow before, the assassin bloody nearly got us."
Yami paled slightly and yelled at Malik and Bakura.
"We've got to get out of here! That's Kaibas sign! He's got the best assassins in the world! I've never known anyone survive an attack!"
"Well, that's alright," stated Malik. "Because we're already dead."
"You know what I mean! Are those gold thingys any good for anything?!"
Maliks reply was cut off by someone crashing in through the now destroyed windows with a silver sword in one hand and a crossbow in the other. He fired the crossbow at Malik, who dodged but only barely. The hunter didn't get a second chance as Bakura rose up behind him and neatly broke his neck.
Marik had gone to the door and opened it, then slammed it shut and wedged a dresser in front of the door. Ryou noticed there was a sliver knife imbedded in the door.
"There's about ten of them coming up the stairs!" Bakura nodded, but was too busy fighting off more hunters that were breaking through the windows. His silver knife was drenched in blood, but the hunters were beginning to slow down in coming in.
Unfortunately, the door was beginning to buckle as something rammed against it. Bakura went up to it, and as the person rammed up against the door, he rammed his knife right through the wood. There was a shriek and the ramming stopped, but only for a short while before something started banging on the door.
"Any ideas?!" Bakura shouted at Malik.
"I'll use the Rod!"
"To do what exactly?!"
"It's really good at blowing things up. Like floors." Malik pointed the golden staff at the floor and said something in a language that Ryou didn't understand. The floor was suddenly ripped open like something very heavy had just fallen on it, and Marik jumped down into the empty floor below, Yami, Yugi and Ryou following him.
"Are you coming or not, Bakura?!" Malik shouted at Bakura, who yanked something out of the wooden door and jumped down the hole. Malik followed him and followed everyone else running out the door with Marik in front, leading the way. Crossbow bolts peppered the walls around them as their pursuers realized where they'd gone. They ran down the spiraling staircase until they reached a door on the other side of the building from Mariks room. Marik charged down the door and ran into the room, occupied by a very startled young lady. Malik threw open the window and jumped out, Marik a second afterwards. Then went Yami, Yugi and finally Bakura. Just as Bakura jumped out, the door was slammed back on its hinges as the hunters poured through, and a crossbow bolt hit the window beside Ryou, shattering the glass all over him.
Ryou leapt out the window, a crossbow bolt flying after him and hitting the building on the other side of the road. Ryou was falling, falling... and then caught as a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and turned his fall into a glide, sweeping down only a few feet above the tops of the cars, drawing people out to watch, swear and scream.
Bakura drew them upwards, above the rooftops and out of range of any guns or crossbows. He was shortly joined by a heavily bleeding Yami and a healthy Yugi. Marik and Malik were nowhere to be seen. Their brief respite was short-lived, however, as a masked vampire flew up to them, and another one, and another, and another, and yet another. They all carried crossbows.
"Move!" Bakura shouted to Yami, and the two vampires set off, flying faster than any of the cars on the speedway far beneath them. Yami was slowly falling behind though, both from his injuries and the fact he wasn't as old as Bakura, and so not as strong. Bakura slowed down so he was flying above Yami and shouted down at him.
"Can you carry another?!"
"Yes, but it will slow me down too much!"
"Don't worry. Catch!"
"Bakura, no!" Ryou said, as he felt Bakuras arms release him, and he fell into Yamis outstretched arm. He turned to look at Bakura, as Bakura slowed, and saw Bakura give him a grin and a wink before he wheeled around and turned to face the attackers.
"Bakura!" Ryou shouted, as he wriggled in Yamis arms, trying to get to Bakura. There was no way Bakura could stand up to five vampires with crossbows at once.
"Stop squirming! He has chosen what to do, and he's a good fighter. He killed me, remember?"
"He can't fight them!"
"Hold still!"
"No! Bakura!" Ryou reached out towards the shrinking figure of Bakura, Surrounded by black dots. Something moved in the corner of his vision, and he turned around. Sudden blackness overwhelmed his vision, and the last thing he heard was Yamis voice saying sorry.
*****Bakuras POV *****
Bakura winked at Ryou, wishing he felt as sure as he looked. He hovered in the air, waiting for the hunters to catch up. It didn't take long. Bakura didn't bother with any clichés, any brave words or witty humor. He snarled and charged towards the nearest hunter, taking it by surprise and wrenching its crossbow from its hands.
Bakura fired it into the heart of the previous owner, and it exploded into dust from the point where it had been shot to its wing tips. Before it fully became dust, Bakura grabbed the pouch full of arrows on the vampires belt, and as the vampire turned into dust, simply pulled it away. He reloaded the crossbow, dodging most of the bolts aimed at him. One went through his lower leg, another skimmed his right shoulder.
He re-loaded and went for the vampire who has just shot at him, giving it no time to reload, and shot it in the heart. He didn't like killing vampires, but it was him or them. When the next shot hit his right arm, he dropped the crossbow.
Bakura cursed and dropped the bad of arrows, and kicked at the vampire nearest to him, who was raising the crossbow. He knocked it out of the vampires arms, and reaching into his belt, drew out his silver knife. He slashed at the other vampires face, while the other hand reached along and grabbed the hard ridge of muscle at the base of the other vampires wings.
Bakura swung away from another crossbow bolt and moved behind his opponent, cutting the ridge of muscle on both the hunters wings, so he couldn't fly. The vampire fell down and another bolt skimmed Bakuras side.
Bakura moved in and grabbed the next vampires wrist, swinging him around so it took the next bolt aimed at him in the chest. It exploded into dust, and then Bakura had only one victim left.
"Hello, Bakura." The hunter said, it's face wrapped in folds of black fabric so only the eyes were visible.
"Who the hell are you?" Bakura asked.
"Let's make this a bit more even, shall we? I've got something to settle with you and your friend Malik." The other vampire dropped the crossbow and began to unwind the scarf from around its head.
"Sarcrin!"
"The same." The vampire glared at Bakura.
"I thought Malik killed you."
"Obviously he didn't. He left me with a crossbow bolt in each arm, pinning me to a tree near sunrise. I'm not sure whether he was being nice or cruel."
"Cruel." Stated Bakura flatly. Even if Sarcrin had been Maliks sire, Malik wouldn't have shown kindness to him while trying to take over his position. It was a matter of honor.
"If you say so. Do you want to start? I'm really getting quite bored."
Bakura took the bait and lunged at Sarcrin, only to swipe at empty air. Sarcrin was one of the three leaders that Malik, Bakura and Otogi had supposedly killed and overthrown in order to get the three magical artifacts that were symbols of high office in the vampire community. This meant he was at least fifty years older than Bakura, and faster too.
Bakura turned around, to see again, nothing. Then he felt his arms being twisted up against his back.
"I want to hear a scream, friend, like I screamed when the first rays of light pierced my skin and bone. Scream for me, Bakura, as your friend will later. Scream!"
Sarcrin twisted Bakuras arms too far, and there was a sickening crack as they broke. Still, Bakura did nothing but hiss.
"Hmm, you won't scream? What a shame, I might have let you live longer. And now, Bakura, goodbye." Bakura felt only one arm holding both his wrists, but his arms were on fire and nothing would work. Shortly he felt the cold burn of a silver knife along his back, stopping behind where his heart was.
"See you in hell, Bakura." Sarcrin said pleasantly, and then froze.
"No, They reserve a special place in hell for bastards like you." Came Maliks voice from behind Sarcrin, and then Sarcrin exploded into dust, a crossbow bolt through his heart.
Bakura sagged down a few meters before he could get his wings to work again.
"Thanks." he said weakly.
"Should have killed the bastard the first time." Malik said, and wrapped his arm around Bakura waist, holding him up while Bakura painfully set the bones in his own arms, waiting until they healing well enough before he pulled the crossbow bolts out from his leg and arm. The bleeding stopped quickly, as Bakura was still full of the healing magic of the chamber.
"Where are the others?"
"Yami is currently taking Ryou and Yugi back to your castle, Marik is on a rooftop not too far away with a new crossbow and set of throwing knives. I'm glad no-one's too badly hurt, I had to use my healing up on him. Stupid bastard still thinks he's nearly immortal." Malik smiled fondly and pulled away from Bakura.
"Let's go pick him up, and get home. I need to rest. Then we'll plan how to get into Kaibas office, quickly while he's still gloating over his near victory."
"Sure thing. I think I'm going to need as much rest as I can get."
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There you are! Another chapter! And so soon! Well, that's because it's not a lime, so I've got all these great plot ideas stored up. There should be another chapter along in about two to four days, if I get enough reviews, of course.
Big action chapter, guess it's because I was eating peppermints again. Ate a whole tube of them while writing this. I never knew writing was so expensive.
Anyway, the more you review, the sooner I'll write up new chapters, and the sooner I'll be ready to take votes for a lime!
So, reviewing, anyone?