Ohayo! Welcome to the 2nd and final chapter of Unknowing Angels, I hope
you enjoy!
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Disclaimer: Ask yourself this question, if I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, would I be posting this story on _FAN_fiction.net?
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Bakura awoke to the sounds of birds outside. He hated birds. Groggily, he blinked open his eyes and looked around his house. He had fallen asleep on the couch after taking Yuugi home. The stench of alcohol lay thick on the air. And underneath it was the ever-present smell of blood that surrounded a vampire. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. It came away stained with blood.
Hearing a sound coming from across the room, he looked up to see Marik standing in the kitchen cleaning up after last night. He emptied out ash trays and threw away the many broken bottles. His eyes seemed a little too sad.
"G' morning," Bakura managed to get out, sitting up and wiping sleep away from his eyes. Marik looked up at him.
"Good morning," he smiled. "Coffee's almost ready."
Bakura nodded, standing up and stretching. It was late morning, but the thick drapes on the windows sunk the room into a permanent state of twilight. When you are weakened by sunlight, thick drapes are a positive.
"How hard was it for you?" Marik's voice startled him.
"What?"
"I mean, how hard was it for you to give up sunlight? I know we're old enough that sunlight only weakens us instead of burns, but when you first became a vampire, how hard was it?"
"I was a thief before I met you. I used to do all my work in the cover of night. It wasn't really all that hard for me. What's with the weird question?"
"I don't know. It's just, last night, when I saw you with that Yuugi kid; it reminded me of how little I really knew about you. I mean, for all we've spent, what is it now? About 3000 years together, you're still just my partner."
"Well, I don't know a lot about you either, so we're even," replied Bakura, not one to like talking about his past. So many things had happened to him back then. Some before, some after his change to vampirism. None he wanted to recall. After he'd met Marik, he'd actually thought that he could forget about all of that, pretend it hadn't happened. He should have known better.
"Of course," Marik replied. Then, he turned around to get the coffee, leaving Bakura to ponder what he'd said.
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On the other side of town, a perfectly human young boy rolled over in sleep. A pair of glossy brown eyes peaked in through his window. Moving from the shadows, three figures came and picked the boy and carried him from the room.
It was some time before the lavender-eyed youth woke up. When he did, it was to a mysteriously hospital-like setting. He rolled over and beside him stood a young male, no older than he was. His hair was a pure white strangely like Bakura's but somehow different. Before he could ponder this longer the boy spoke up.
"Good morning, Yuugi, isn't it?" Yuugi gave a startled nod. "Good. Well, welcome. My name's Ryou."
"Where am I?"
"You're at One Earth's hospital. One Earth is an underground program trying to unify the humanoid races of Earth."
"Why am I here?"
"You don't know? You're here because these marks," he rolled up Yuugi's sleeve and pointed to the marks on his arm, "are from one of the most dangerous vampires in all of Japan. Yami said you might know something about where he will move next. Personally, I'm more worried about your safety than whether or not you have information on Bakura."
"B-Bakura's a vampire?" Yuugi's voice held something akin to fear.
"Yeah, didn't you know?" Ryou's eyes went from kind to sorry.
"No, I didn't. W-wait a minute. YAMI sent me here?!"
"Yeah, he's a sorcerer bent on destroying all vampires. You see, vampires killed his family. He doesn't care about anyone or anything that won't help him achieve his goals. One Earth doesn't approve of his methods. We'd much rather unite all the races, but since he led us to you, we decided to put up with for a little while. Hey, wait, where are you going?"
Yuugi was standing up and putting on his shoes. "I'm sorry, Ryou, but I've got to go, bye." Yuugi smiled sadly as he walked out of the room. As he ran down the hall, he accidentally ran into someone and fell down to the ground. He looked up and there stood Yami.
Yami offered him a hand up; Yuugi took it but removed his hand quickly. "Where are you going?" Yami questioned, sounding almost angry.
"None of your business," Yuugi replied.
"You're going back to that vampire, aren't you? Why?"
Yuugi sighed, wondering himself why he was going back now that he had found out what Bakura was. "Yami, once you find someone who accepts you, all of you, for who you are, you become willing to do anything for that person, no matter what they are." Yuugi glared up at Yami. "And if he can accept me, then I can accept him."
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Bakura opened the door of his when he heard a loud knocking on it only to find himself being hugged by an overenthusiastic Yuugi.
"Yuugi? W-What are you doing here?"
Yuugi pulled away and began rubbing tears from his eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here, it's just, Yami brought me to this place called One Earth. And they told me you were a-a-a," Yuugi choked up and couldn't bring himself to say it.
"A vampire?" Bakura asked.
"Y-yeah," Yuugi muttered, looking at his feet. He blushed when he heard Bakura chuckling.
"Come on inside, Yuugi. Coffee?"
"No thank you," he politely replied.
Once they were on the couch, Bakura started talking. "I am a vampire Yuugi. So the idiots at that pacifistic madhouse aren't complete idiots, as I thought they were. I'm sorry I didn't tell you at first, I thought you might figure it out."
"I guess I'm pretty stupid, huh?"
"Not stupid, just hopeful. Humans see what they want to see."
"So, where do we go from here?" Yuugi looked down at his hands. If Bakura was going to dismiss him here, that was okay. But he needed to hear it. He needed some sense of reassurance in the crazy world surrounding him. To take his eyes off his hands, he looked a flower arrangement in the center of the table. It was dozen white roses.
"What do you mean?" Bakura asked.
"I mean, what are we going to do from here?"
"Well, there are several choices. You, being totally and completely freaked out, could leave and forget everything that has happened. We could continue to date, but as I am immortal and you are human, you will die eventually. Or we could-"
"Don't even say it, Bakura," Marik's voice came from behind them. They both turned around.
"What?"
"You know what, and the moment you say it, you're going to think it's possible."
"And why wouldn't it be possible?"
"Bakura, you're such an idiot. You're blood's so diluted that if you try to give him the Embrace he'll most likely die." Suddenly, before the two vampires could explain anything to Yuugi or could continue arguing, their eyes snapped to attention, glaring at the entrance into the house.
"What's wrong?" Yuugi questioned.
"Yami led some sorcerers to try and kill us. They've spelled the doors and windows so we can't get out. They're setting the house on fire." Yuugi suddenly began hearing the soft sound of chanting.
"W-What are they chanting?"
"The curse of a vampire. When vampires were first cursed as we are, that is the chant that brought about our . . . problem." Marik replied. Yuugi carefully tried to listen.
"May they forever lust
But never fill their need
May they forever want
But never fill their greed
Food perishes upon their tongues
And they cannot feel a kiss
The only way to stifle their greed
Is blood upon their lips
Forever they shall remain
Shadows in the night
Forever they shall reign
Enemies of the light"
Yuugi felt the heat around him growing as he felt the house burning down around them.
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The destruction of the house was horrible as the sorcerers shifted through the rubble.
Yami lifted up a piece of rock, looking for the bodies of the vampires. How else were they to be sure the vampires are dead?
Abruptly, a flash of light exploded and three figures came into focus. One was lying on the ground and the other two were bent over him. As his eyes focused, Yami recognized Bakura and Marik as the two bent over forms and Yuugi as the hurt-looking one in the middle. He was to far away to hear Bakura and Marik's arguing.
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"Marik, it's the only way," Bakura pleaded.
"Bakura, you know he may die anyway," Marik responded half-heartedly. Yuugi had been badly burned in the fire. The bouquet of roses had fallen and were burned black and laying around Yuugi like his funeral flowers.
"I must try."
"Fine," Marik responded, just as Bakura began to lean over Yuugi.
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Is this, Heaven, Yuugi thought, ha ha, that's funny. If I am dead, I'm probably in Hell. Strange, I thought dying would be more painful, but now that I think about it, all I can hear is an echo of that strange chanting.
It was true, the only thing he could sense was an echoing refrain of that chant. But strangely, the words were different than the ones the sorcerers had spoken.
"The only way to end
My immortal cursed spell
Is a bouquet of blackened roses
And a fallen Angel's blood from Hell"
On his real body, a drop of blood leaked from the wound in his neck.
The single crimson drop landed on the petal of a burnt rose.
~ End ~
Okay, I really, really, really like this story. I don't know why, and I don't know how, but I LOVE this fic. Yes, I did write the poem/chant/thingy. Sorry if I got any of the vampire stuff wrong. I've heard so many contradicting things about them, it all gets confusing.
Anyway, sorry about the kindof, eheheh, abrupt ending. Feel free to imagine whatever happened on your own. I myself couldn't decide what should happen so I ended it there.
Thank you for reading and reviews are much appreciated.
BYE!
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Disclaimer: Ask yourself this question, if I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, would I be posting this story on _FAN_fiction.net?
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Bakura awoke to the sounds of birds outside. He hated birds. Groggily, he blinked open his eyes and looked around his house. He had fallen asleep on the couch after taking Yuugi home. The stench of alcohol lay thick on the air. And underneath it was the ever-present smell of blood that surrounded a vampire. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. It came away stained with blood.
Hearing a sound coming from across the room, he looked up to see Marik standing in the kitchen cleaning up after last night. He emptied out ash trays and threw away the many broken bottles. His eyes seemed a little too sad.
"G' morning," Bakura managed to get out, sitting up and wiping sleep away from his eyes. Marik looked up at him.
"Good morning," he smiled. "Coffee's almost ready."
Bakura nodded, standing up and stretching. It was late morning, but the thick drapes on the windows sunk the room into a permanent state of twilight. When you are weakened by sunlight, thick drapes are a positive.
"How hard was it for you?" Marik's voice startled him.
"What?"
"I mean, how hard was it for you to give up sunlight? I know we're old enough that sunlight only weakens us instead of burns, but when you first became a vampire, how hard was it?"
"I was a thief before I met you. I used to do all my work in the cover of night. It wasn't really all that hard for me. What's with the weird question?"
"I don't know. It's just, last night, when I saw you with that Yuugi kid; it reminded me of how little I really knew about you. I mean, for all we've spent, what is it now? About 3000 years together, you're still just my partner."
"Well, I don't know a lot about you either, so we're even," replied Bakura, not one to like talking about his past. So many things had happened to him back then. Some before, some after his change to vampirism. None he wanted to recall. After he'd met Marik, he'd actually thought that he could forget about all of that, pretend it hadn't happened. He should have known better.
"Of course," Marik replied. Then, he turned around to get the coffee, leaving Bakura to ponder what he'd said.
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On the other side of town, a perfectly human young boy rolled over in sleep. A pair of glossy brown eyes peaked in through his window. Moving from the shadows, three figures came and picked the boy and carried him from the room.
It was some time before the lavender-eyed youth woke up. When he did, it was to a mysteriously hospital-like setting. He rolled over and beside him stood a young male, no older than he was. His hair was a pure white strangely like Bakura's but somehow different. Before he could ponder this longer the boy spoke up.
"Good morning, Yuugi, isn't it?" Yuugi gave a startled nod. "Good. Well, welcome. My name's Ryou."
"Where am I?"
"You're at One Earth's hospital. One Earth is an underground program trying to unify the humanoid races of Earth."
"Why am I here?"
"You don't know? You're here because these marks," he rolled up Yuugi's sleeve and pointed to the marks on his arm, "are from one of the most dangerous vampires in all of Japan. Yami said you might know something about where he will move next. Personally, I'm more worried about your safety than whether or not you have information on Bakura."
"B-Bakura's a vampire?" Yuugi's voice held something akin to fear.
"Yeah, didn't you know?" Ryou's eyes went from kind to sorry.
"No, I didn't. W-wait a minute. YAMI sent me here?!"
"Yeah, he's a sorcerer bent on destroying all vampires. You see, vampires killed his family. He doesn't care about anyone or anything that won't help him achieve his goals. One Earth doesn't approve of his methods. We'd much rather unite all the races, but since he led us to you, we decided to put up with for a little while. Hey, wait, where are you going?"
Yuugi was standing up and putting on his shoes. "I'm sorry, Ryou, but I've got to go, bye." Yuugi smiled sadly as he walked out of the room. As he ran down the hall, he accidentally ran into someone and fell down to the ground. He looked up and there stood Yami.
Yami offered him a hand up; Yuugi took it but removed his hand quickly. "Where are you going?" Yami questioned, sounding almost angry.
"None of your business," Yuugi replied.
"You're going back to that vampire, aren't you? Why?"
Yuugi sighed, wondering himself why he was going back now that he had found out what Bakura was. "Yami, once you find someone who accepts you, all of you, for who you are, you become willing to do anything for that person, no matter what they are." Yuugi glared up at Yami. "And if he can accept me, then I can accept him."
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Bakura opened the door of his when he heard a loud knocking on it only to find himself being hugged by an overenthusiastic Yuugi.
"Yuugi? W-What are you doing here?"
Yuugi pulled away and began rubbing tears from his eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here, it's just, Yami brought me to this place called One Earth. And they told me you were a-a-a," Yuugi choked up and couldn't bring himself to say it.
"A vampire?" Bakura asked.
"Y-yeah," Yuugi muttered, looking at his feet. He blushed when he heard Bakura chuckling.
"Come on inside, Yuugi. Coffee?"
"No thank you," he politely replied.
Once they were on the couch, Bakura started talking. "I am a vampire Yuugi. So the idiots at that pacifistic madhouse aren't complete idiots, as I thought they were. I'm sorry I didn't tell you at first, I thought you might figure it out."
"I guess I'm pretty stupid, huh?"
"Not stupid, just hopeful. Humans see what they want to see."
"So, where do we go from here?" Yuugi looked down at his hands. If Bakura was going to dismiss him here, that was okay. But he needed to hear it. He needed some sense of reassurance in the crazy world surrounding him. To take his eyes off his hands, he looked a flower arrangement in the center of the table. It was dozen white roses.
"What do you mean?" Bakura asked.
"I mean, what are we going to do from here?"
"Well, there are several choices. You, being totally and completely freaked out, could leave and forget everything that has happened. We could continue to date, but as I am immortal and you are human, you will die eventually. Or we could-"
"Don't even say it, Bakura," Marik's voice came from behind them. They both turned around.
"What?"
"You know what, and the moment you say it, you're going to think it's possible."
"And why wouldn't it be possible?"
"Bakura, you're such an idiot. You're blood's so diluted that if you try to give him the Embrace he'll most likely die." Suddenly, before the two vampires could explain anything to Yuugi or could continue arguing, their eyes snapped to attention, glaring at the entrance into the house.
"What's wrong?" Yuugi questioned.
"Yami led some sorcerers to try and kill us. They've spelled the doors and windows so we can't get out. They're setting the house on fire." Yuugi suddenly began hearing the soft sound of chanting.
"W-What are they chanting?"
"The curse of a vampire. When vampires were first cursed as we are, that is the chant that brought about our . . . problem." Marik replied. Yuugi carefully tried to listen.
"May they forever lust
But never fill their need
May they forever want
But never fill their greed
Food perishes upon their tongues
And they cannot feel a kiss
The only way to stifle their greed
Is blood upon their lips
Forever they shall remain
Shadows in the night
Forever they shall reign
Enemies of the light"
Yuugi felt the heat around him growing as he felt the house burning down around them.
~~~~~
The destruction of the house was horrible as the sorcerers shifted through the rubble.
Yami lifted up a piece of rock, looking for the bodies of the vampires. How else were they to be sure the vampires are dead?
Abruptly, a flash of light exploded and three figures came into focus. One was lying on the ground and the other two were bent over him. As his eyes focused, Yami recognized Bakura and Marik as the two bent over forms and Yuugi as the hurt-looking one in the middle. He was to far away to hear Bakura and Marik's arguing.
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"Marik, it's the only way," Bakura pleaded.
"Bakura, you know he may die anyway," Marik responded half-heartedly. Yuugi had been badly burned in the fire. The bouquet of roses had fallen and were burned black and laying around Yuugi like his funeral flowers.
"I must try."
"Fine," Marik responded, just as Bakura began to lean over Yuugi.
~~~~~
Is this, Heaven, Yuugi thought, ha ha, that's funny. If I am dead, I'm probably in Hell. Strange, I thought dying would be more painful, but now that I think about it, all I can hear is an echo of that strange chanting.
It was true, the only thing he could sense was an echoing refrain of that chant. But strangely, the words were different than the ones the sorcerers had spoken.
"The only way to end
My immortal cursed spell
Is a bouquet of blackened roses
And a fallen Angel's blood from Hell"
On his real body, a drop of blood leaked from the wound in his neck.
The single crimson drop landed on the petal of a burnt rose.
~ End ~
Okay, I really, really, really like this story. I don't know why, and I don't know how, but I LOVE this fic. Yes, I did write the poem/chant/thingy. Sorry if I got any of the vampire stuff wrong. I've heard so many contradicting things about them, it all gets confusing.
Anyway, sorry about the kindof, eheheh, abrupt ending. Feel free to imagine whatever happened on your own. I myself couldn't decide what should happen so I ended it there.
Thank you for reading and reviews are much appreciated.
BYE!