Nine Tailed Fox

Note ~

Part of the story is adapted from a Taiwanese television series called Westside Story. Most of the scenes are either in the Westside featured by Westside Story or in Domino City featured by Yu-Gi-Oh. The plot of the story does not follow Westside Story entirely. Sorry for any confusion to the readers.

Nine Tailed Fox:

This is the opening chapter of my very first story so I'll be really grateful if you drop a review or two! Arigatou!

Shadow: Can I say the disclaimer now?

Nine Tailed Fox: Yes you can. This is Shadow and she's my muse. Yay!

Shadow:

Okay! So Nine Tailed Fox, also known as Kitsune-san, does not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Westside Story but she does own her characters, which also includes me, by the way… Oh yeah, and she thinks that Yami, Bakura, Malik Ishtar and Seto Kaiba rock.

Nine Tailed Fox: You have to admit that they are hot!

Shadow: (sweatdrops)

Nine Tailed Fox: Ahem… anyway, on with the opening chapter! ^_^

Dance of Blood

Chapter One: Domino High School

A black shadow flitted swiftly across a full moon, issuing a soft hiss. Alyssa held her breath as the shadow landed evenly on its feet before her, as the creature's stunning crimson eyes looked at her meaningfully, as if it was trying to tell her something, something important.

 

The creature's silken black fur gleamed eerie silver in the moonlight, as the fur on its back bristled. The flowing tail that lashed behind it suddenly split into nine exact replicas. The magical fire that grew on its very heels flared up as the nine tails created a black fan with fiery-tipped ends. It was angry with her, angry that she couldn't release it from her very spirit.

And yet the creature was afraid to harm her, as doing so might sever the bond it shared with her, as it merely snapped at thin air with its open jaws, revealing sharp teeth that gave Alyssa a thrill of danger. It snarled warningly, as it padded closer to her, breaking twigs that lay on the forest ground, crunching the dead leaves that lay on the ground in a thin layer of red and brown.

The creature grew impatient, as it finally lunged out at her menacingly, its lips curled back in an ugly growl…

Sera Kaiba snapped open her sky blue eyes, sitting upright on her bed. She was gasping heavily, as though she had just run a thousand miles, and it seemed that every muscle in her body was aching. The doorknob on the door of her bedroom turned and her twin brother poked his head into the room.

"Sera? If you don't get up now we're both going to be late for school," Seto Kaiba said. Then he noticed that his younger sister was sweating profusely. He entered the room fully. "Sera? Are you feeling alright?" he asked, seeing his sister unusually pale.

Sera shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the images that were flashing through her mind repeatedly. She pulled back her blankets and stood up. "Give me a few minutes. I'll be downstairs very quickly." Seto nodded and retreated out of her room, pulling the door shut.

Sera splashed her face with cold water from the tap, still trying to erase the images from the dream. She stared at herself in the mirror, wondering what exactly the dream meant. The strange dreams had been recurring for almost a fortnight now, with the same mysterious creature. Lately she had been feeling fatigued, as if the dreams had been sapping all the energy from her.

I can't stand it anymore… what do the dreams mean exactly? It's always the same scene, the same creature…

She straightened up from her bent position over the sink, and began to tie her golden streaked chestnut hair into a long ponytail. She emerged a full five minutes later, dressed in a white shirt bearing the school logo and a black tie around her collar, with a black skirt reaching inches below her knees.

Sera rushed down the stairs, grabbed a fast bite of her buttered toast before slinging her dark blue backpack over her shoulder and sprinted out of the mansion doors. A sleek black limousine was already waiting for her, parked just outside the front porch. She wrenched the car door open, hopped in and slammed the door shut. Sera turned and came face to face with a curious elder brother.

Seto narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he asked her, "You sure you feel alright?"

"Of course." Sera turned away from him to look at the speeding scenery outside the window.

The young CEO of Kaiba Corporations still wasn't convinced. "Tell me if you think you aren't feeling well, okay?"

Sera nodded and forced a smile. The pendant that hung from her neck sparkled crimson in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Shaped like the head of a fox, it had elaborate details as its very eyes seemed to come to life. Their foster father had given it to her just before he died, telling her to take good care of it as the pendant had been found on the corpse of their biological mother who had died when she gave birth to Mokuba, the youngest of the three siblings.

The limousine came to a halt outside the front gates of Domino High School. Seto and Sera got out of the limousine together.

Seto headed first towards the open school gates, followed by Sera as she glanced sideways in amusement at Joey Wheeler who had scattered his books onto the ground carelessly. Serenity was helping him pick up the books, muttering something about Joey's carelessness. Serenity had just recently joined Domino High after she was healed of her blindness.

Sera trotted along the corridors that were packed full of students trying desperately to organize their lockers just before class started. She and Seto went inside their class, which was already half full of students waiting for the first lesson to start. Sera took her usual seat beside Malik Ishtar, while Seto took the corner seat farthest away from the group of tittering bimbos, mumbling something that sounded like, "Shameless sluts."

Sera dumped her history books on the desk, before sitting down on her chair. Malik looked up and greeted her with a soft "Hi." She saw that the blond Egyptian looked rather tired.

"Rough weekend?" she asked.

The teenager nodded. "Isis yelled bloody murder at me after I returned home from Westside at midnight. It didn't help that her shouts woke up Mother and almost half of the neighbourhood." Malik's biological mother had died seventeen years ago while giving birth to the only heir of the Ishtar bloodlines himself.

Malik's late father had then remarried Helena, a rather strict woman who would tolerate no mistake. It didn't help that Malik had this habit of returning home late on Sunday nights after skateboarding at Westside, an area that was considered a rebellious teenager's haven because of the spots specially designated for graffiti, skateboarding, trick cycling, and also rollerblading.

Malik shrugged. "At least I was luckier than Bakura," he said, referring to the silver-haired tomb robber.

"Hmm? What happened to him?" Sera asked curiously.

"His Hikari, obviously."

Sera laughed. Ryou was usually a shy and soft spoken teenager, but when he lost his temper occasionally, nobody would want to get near him with a 10 foot long Millennium Rod.

"Speak of the Tomb Robber," Sera said, as Ryou and Bakura both walked into the classroom. Ryou was his usual cheerful self, while Bakura was pulling a long face.

"I heard that, Sera," Bakura snapped, coming over to sit behind her. The girl stifled a giggle.

"Looks like somebody is in a sour mood today…"

"You would if your Hikari spent hours shouting at you when you are trying to get some well-deserved sleep," Bakura shot back, his brown eyes flaring. "And the day can't get any worse…"

Just then, the History teacher walked in, causing the class to fall silent.

"Oh yes, it can get worse…" The silver-haired tomb robber mumbled to himself softly. The History teacher was known to drone on and on about the subject like it was the most interesting thing in the world until every one of the students was in a deep stupor.

Only about ten minutes into the lesson, Bakura was deeply contemplating on whether to send the wretched teacher to the Shadow Realm or to set him on fire to lighten up the mood of the class. Meanwhile, Sera was absent-mindedly twirling her pen around on her fingers while the tanned Egyptian beside her had his blond head half-buried in his arms sleepily.

"Baka teacher…" Yami muttered under his breath, as his Hikari was taking down some notes here and there slowly. "Why couldn't he discuss about something related to ancient Egypt 3000 years ago… That would be more interesting…"

The day passed rather slowly, with nothing out of the ordinary, that is, unless you count Bakura trying to set fire to five teachers in a row when they had their back turned, including the History teacher. Lunch ended in a food fight with Joey and Tristan getting detention for starting it, when it was actually Bakura and Malik who started it at first by throwing a cup of orange juice at Tristan.

Finally the dismissal bell rang, as students filed out of the various classrooms, heading towards the school gates. Sera took her skateboard out of her locker, and bid a hasty goodbye to her brother before putting a foot on the skateboard and pushing off, heading towards the mansion to get a change of clothes before skateboarding to Westside. She found that it was easier and faster this way, as she didn't have to deal with many traffic lights.

Everywhere she looked, most of the walls were covered by graffiti in Westside, where rowdy teenagers brushed past in either their rollerblades or skateboards. Sera cruised along the sidewalks aimlessly, looking for a telltale sign of a silver head.

Baka Bakura. That tomb robber couldn't find anywhere else more complicating to search for him…

Suddenly loud cheers pierced the air. Sera whipped around to see a large crowd gathered round a quarter pipe used for skateboarding stunts. She sighed, heading towards the quarter pipe as she saw a glimpse of silver hair, muttering about how much the Egyptian spirit liked showing off his tricks in public. She cut through to the front of the crowd, where she found Malik waiting patiently for their friend to stop all his stunts.

"Has he been here long?"

Malik looked at his watch. "Almost fifteen minutes…"

"That's it," snapped Sera, kicking her skateboard forward onto the pipe, momentarily surprising Bakura, as he lost control of his skateboard, landing safely on the ground as he found his footing swiftly. The tomb robber looked up abashedly at Sera, smirking.

"I don't find it funny, Bakura. You could have at least given me a damn clue where you were."

Bakura stood up, dusting himself. The crowd of young teenagers dispersed slowly.

"Gomen. I guessed it slipped my mind," said the teenager, shrugging.

"The police are coming," Malik warned as he caught sight of a uniformed policeman running towards them.

"Shimatta," cursed Bakura, recognizing the policeman, who had lately been trying to get into Ryou's divorced mother's good books. He was Williams, a rather failed policeman who spent nine years working at the police department with no promotions. He turned to his two companions. "Split and meet back at Base 203. Yami should be there already. That Pharaoh never tries to helps us get out of trouble…"

End of Chapter One: Domino High School

Nine Tailed Fox: That's it! The end of the starting chapter of Dance of Blood! Yay!

Shadow: Please review. She wants at least 8 reviews before she posts the next chapter. ^_^