Title: Silver and Cold
Chapter: 1/?
Chapter Title: The Trouble Working With Vampires
Current Rating: PG-13 (For Blood. Blood!!! And a vampire. It can't be less.)
Author: Kage Kashu
Archive: FF
Genre: Uhm...
Chapter Summary: Kaiba's a vampire, and he feels that he has to tell someone...
Disclaimer: Don't worry, I don't own them... yet. Or the song, though I think it's quite lovely.
Author's notes: Evil plotbunnies from hell. With mutant fleas that bite and bite, and bite and bite. They don't stop!!
Warnings: For this chapter? Vampire. Biting.
Timeline: AUish, after Noa Arc. Some years later. (Don't ask me to be more precise yet.)
~*~*~*~*~*~
~I
I came here today
But I left here in darkness
And found you
Found you on the way
And now
It is silver and silent
It is silver and cold
You went somber resplendence~
~~Silver and Cold
Pale, silver light from above haloed the two figures in the abandoned park, lending a softer, colder look to the scene than daylight. A chill seemed permanently imbedded in the air, and the frost that grew on the local plant life threatened to overtake the two. Shadows were an unnaturally sharp contrast to the silvery shine to everything that wasn't encased in it; Nox (1) was about tonight. The two young men occupied the one piece of playground equipment that was whole and free of the graffiti that encompassed everything else. One was seated on a swing, while the other leaned against one of the bars that held the rickety swing set together.
The one on the swing had an icy countenance that made him seem like he belonged in the chilly sharp contrast of the night, somehow adding to the surrounding darkness. Black shadows seemed to cover most of his face, while his standing counterpart seemed to draw the light, silver rendering his face beatifically, a rather striking contrast. The seated man's hair was nearly black as well, as the shadow seemed to crawl further over him than it should, enveloping him in the rather chilled embrace of the night. The other's hair was a pure glowing silver under the moonlight, as he seemed to belong. Light and shadow. Perfect contrast. Emotion seemed to run along the same vein, the shadowed man almost chillingly silent, as the one encompassed in the light carried a lighthearted amusement, and spoke quite loudly, with the occasional gesticulation. And, recalling the cold, the arms slipped closer upon the young man's body once again.
Kaiba Seto and Jounouchi Katsuya. Two that would usually each call the other their mortal enemy, yet would still help each other, without a thought towards compensation if the other needed them, and if the case arose. But something in the current atmosphere said that they weren't here to fight with each other. There was something about that little detail that was very wrong, yet, in a strange manner perfectly right. As the light and shadows wrapped around them, so did a strange sense of enigma. In fact, cold, cold Kaiba Seto had called the normally hotheaded Jounouchi here for a reason. He had a problem, and the pale blonde was the only one that he was certain he could convince of the truth of his... situation. How fucked was that?
"So... You're a vampire? For real?" Jounouchi asked, amused, and somehow sarcastic. At this hour, being nearly midnight, it was really quiet and very still, as the calm before a storm. Kaiba glared from his seat on a swing. "Why ya glarin'? I have all right's ta be cautious after that last thing... The one where Yami Bakura bit me, then claimed he was a werewolf." He scratched his head, vaguely embarrassed. "Still can't really explain why I was howlin' at the moon that night..." He tipped his head back, staring at the abnormally bright moon. A slight mist in the upper atmosphere created three soft glowing rings around the silvery white orb in the sky. A sign that the lucky lady (2) was also about. And considering Jouno's luck, she was in a mood. "Damn," he murmured, on a soft whuff of breath that crystallized in the air.
"What? You want proof?" Kaiba snarled, annoyed at the disbelief that played across Jounouchi's open face. The other boy was more superstitious than an old sailor (3), and didn't believe him? Of course, he was right. The werewolf thing could just as easily be blamed on Kaiba, as he had backed up Bakura's word. It had been an amusing joke. He was suddenly reminded of the video they had taken that night... he really had to do something about that.
Jouno nodded with a grin. "Don't go biting me though..." he said in a cheerful, joking tone. He didn't believe Kaiba anyway, but if he was telling the truth... Well, the dogs (4) said something big was going down tonight, and he didn't want it to be to him. These kind of things tended to be distinctly unpleasant.
"I'm quite tempted to," Kaiba hissed, still glaring. He hated being wrong... especially where Jounouchi was concerned, for some reason. He had been so sure that he would be able to convince him fairly easily.
The blonde chuckled, "If ya really wanna..." He leaned back in what he thought was a provocative pose. Whatever it was, provocative shouldn't have been it. "So, are ya?" He winked at the brunette. Kaiba's gaze seemed drawn to, and quite attached to his neck though. Jounouchi switched positions back to his slump against the bar to the swing set, mildly creeped out. "Honestly, I would prefer ya ta be kiddin', 'cause I've heard way to many vampire stories... So, tell me truly now, or so help me, I'll stake yer lying ass 'gainst Mrs. Morris' old oak desk. Are you really a vampire?"
Kaiba wasn't sure if Jounouchi was bluffing about the staking, but he really didn't want to find out. Sure, he'd pissed the blonde off before, but Jounouchi had never made as extensive a threat as that. Apparently, Jouno despised liars. Which made it a good thing that Kaiba was telling the truth, right? He stood up to walk over to Jounouchi.
"What? Ya don't have ta..." Jouno's eyes crossed to attempt to look at the finger suddenly being pressed to his lips. It didn't work to well; his nose was in the way. "Uhm...I..." He stuttered for a moment before deciding to just listen to whatever Kaiba was going to say. No matter how much that went against his nature.
"Look," he ordered, baring a couple of fangs. The upper left ones. He wasn't prepared for the suddenly sharp gaze the blonde had turned onto him... his teeth, really. Jouno returned Kaiba's favor of finger-to-mouth, in order to actually feel the elongated canine. He wasn't sure if he had expected to be dull, or what, but one thing was certain... He hadn't expected it to be that sharp!
"Ouch!" Jouno cried, another whuff of silvery crystals floating off. And then he noticed something. While his breath was fogging... Kaiba's wasn't. He blinked at Kaiba.
"Dumb mutt," Kaiba muttered, trying to ignore the faint taste of blood that was now in his mouth. Even worse, was that he could smell it, too. Before, the taste of blood had been rather flat and bitter, like sucking on a penny. But now... the flavor was distinctly pleasant. Slightly sweet with a tang that reminded him of something forgotten, a pull on the mind that no matter how he searched, he couldn't find the source. He blinked when the blonde shoved the finger into his own mouth. He licked his lips. Damnit. He had promised himself that he wouldn't do that to Jounouchi. But the blonde's words came back to smack him in the face.
'If ya really wanna...'
He raised a hand to his neck, rubbing where he had been bitten, staring at Jouno, not really realizing that the blonde was staring right back.
"Kaiba?" Jounouchi asked, noting that the CEO-turned-vampire seemed to be somewhere in La-La Land. Staring at him. Something in the back of his mind told him that things just weren't going to go well. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't flattered, but the attention was a bit odd, especially coming from the rather cold Kaiba Seto. He was a bit surprised when Kaiba moved closer, still staring, the 'creep out' feeling was coming back. The brunette's pupils were almost completely dilated. Gods, that made it creepier.
"Kaiba?" Okay, now he was starting to get worried. He was a naturally superstitious person, as evidenced by the fact that he believed Yami Bakura over the whole werewolf thing, for an entire night, and the day after... until a bored classmate stabbed him with a silver pen; he blamed the teacher. That had hurt. But now... well, either Kaiba had a really cool set of fake teeth, or it was real. "Kaiba?"
"You know," Kaiba murmured, almost inaudibly, "I think I do..." In a sharp and sudden movement, unlike his previous creeping closer, he caught Jouno by the shoulders, pulling him close. It had been to fast of a movement, for Jounouchi to even see.
"Eep!!" Jouno squeaked, "You do what?" Now Kaiba's right hand was creeping up to the side of his face, as the other held them tightly together. Kaiba's lips brushed lightly against his cheek, before trailing down his jaw. Ah, shit. He was going to...! "Hey! Kaiba! Ya don' wanna be doin' that!" Jounouchi panicked. 'I told him... if he wanted ta... Oh man, oh man...' This was _so_ not good. 'But why did he tell me about this?' Damn those odd thoughts.
Wetness trailed down his neck and he braced himself to push Kaiba away. His hands were placed against Kaiba's chest, pushing, softly at first, then harder, until he was pushing as hard as he could. No matter what he did, the other didn't so much as change position... without so much as tightening a muscle. Kaiba had him in a perfectly effortless hold. Kaiba's mouth was now pressed against the juncture of his neck and shoulders, at the soft spot just above the clavicle (5), gently sucking at the skin. Jouno struggled to hold back a moan at the feeling. And then realized that that was _not_ his biggest worry. "Kaiba! Let go! I didn't mean it!"
He choked at the feeling of something sharp digging into the soft part of his neck. "Ack." That... hurt! A lot more than the books had lead him to believe. He whimpered slightly. It burned. The bite wasn't delicate; from the feel of it, the flesh of his neck was being torn. The feel of something wet slipping down his chest startled him, and he focused on that. Blood? The pain was dampening, and he hoped to hell, as he doubted heaven was listening, that Kaiba wouldn't turn him into a vampire as well.
His mouth worked silently, as he tried to force some sound from his throat. The burn increased, and finally a sound came out. Just another whimper, this one sounding plaintive, somehow. Plaintive was so not him, and that wasn't what he'd been trying to get out. "Ka..." His vision blacked momentarily. "Uh... Ka..." It was beginning to come to his attention that breathing was probably the most painful thing he had ever done.
The world dimmed suddenly, to an extreme degree. The night pulled in, ever so darker than before. He felt his body sagging against Kaiba as consciousness slipped away from him.
Kaiba was lost in the exquisite flavor of the blood in his mouth. Warm, the taste of life... although, he did snap back to reality as Jounouchi's body turned limp against his. He pulled away abruptly, to stare at the blonde in his arms. Oh no. "Jounouchi... I... I'm sorry..."
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(1) Nox. Goddess of the Night, and Keeper of Secrets.
(2) Lucky lady. Goddess of Luck, or Fortune.
(3) More superstitious than an old sailor. Sailors in old time Japan were famed for being superstitious, more so than in the west.
(4) The dogs. Moon dogs. The glowing rings that occasionally show up around an exceptionally bright moon. Mostly seen when the upper atmosphere has a lot of moisture in it. It's supposedly very bad luck to have three of them around the moon at a time.
(5) Clavicle. That lovely bone in the shoulder. In the front. Also called collar bone.
Ending A/N: Thanks be to Danyella Skyler Silverfire, for floating over my shoulder and helping me with this. =^.^=
You all, tell me what you think, and just so you know, this'll be heavy on the supernatural. It'll soon go to R, and I might possibly have an NC-17 version on AFF. Thank you all.
Chapter: 1/?
Chapter Title: The Trouble Working With Vampires
Current Rating: PG-13 (For Blood. Blood!!! And a vampire. It can't be less.)
Author: Kage Kashu
Archive: FF
Genre: Uhm...
Chapter Summary: Kaiba's a vampire, and he feels that he has to tell someone...
Disclaimer: Don't worry, I don't own them... yet. Or the song, though I think it's quite lovely.
Author's notes: Evil plotbunnies from hell. With mutant fleas that bite and bite, and bite and bite. They don't stop!!
Warnings: For this chapter? Vampire. Biting.
Timeline: AUish, after Noa Arc. Some years later. (Don't ask me to be more precise yet.)
~*~*~*~*~*~
~I
I came here today
But I left here in darkness
And found you
Found you on the way
And now
It is silver and silent
It is silver and cold
You went somber resplendence~
~~Silver and Cold
Pale, silver light from above haloed the two figures in the abandoned park, lending a softer, colder look to the scene than daylight. A chill seemed permanently imbedded in the air, and the frost that grew on the local plant life threatened to overtake the two. Shadows were an unnaturally sharp contrast to the silvery shine to everything that wasn't encased in it; Nox (1) was about tonight. The two young men occupied the one piece of playground equipment that was whole and free of the graffiti that encompassed everything else. One was seated on a swing, while the other leaned against one of the bars that held the rickety swing set together.
The one on the swing had an icy countenance that made him seem like he belonged in the chilly sharp contrast of the night, somehow adding to the surrounding darkness. Black shadows seemed to cover most of his face, while his standing counterpart seemed to draw the light, silver rendering his face beatifically, a rather striking contrast. The seated man's hair was nearly black as well, as the shadow seemed to crawl further over him than it should, enveloping him in the rather chilled embrace of the night. The other's hair was a pure glowing silver under the moonlight, as he seemed to belong. Light and shadow. Perfect contrast. Emotion seemed to run along the same vein, the shadowed man almost chillingly silent, as the one encompassed in the light carried a lighthearted amusement, and spoke quite loudly, with the occasional gesticulation. And, recalling the cold, the arms slipped closer upon the young man's body once again.
Kaiba Seto and Jounouchi Katsuya. Two that would usually each call the other their mortal enemy, yet would still help each other, without a thought towards compensation if the other needed them, and if the case arose. But something in the current atmosphere said that they weren't here to fight with each other. There was something about that little detail that was very wrong, yet, in a strange manner perfectly right. As the light and shadows wrapped around them, so did a strange sense of enigma. In fact, cold, cold Kaiba Seto had called the normally hotheaded Jounouchi here for a reason. He had a problem, and the pale blonde was the only one that he was certain he could convince of the truth of his... situation. How fucked was that?
"So... You're a vampire? For real?" Jounouchi asked, amused, and somehow sarcastic. At this hour, being nearly midnight, it was really quiet and very still, as the calm before a storm. Kaiba glared from his seat on a swing. "Why ya glarin'? I have all right's ta be cautious after that last thing... The one where Yami Bakura bit me, then claimed he was a werewolf." He scratched his head, vaguely embarrassed. "Still can't really explain why I was howlin' at the moon that night..." He tipped his head back, staring at the abnormally bright moon. A slight mist in the upper atmosphere created three soft glowing rings around the silvery white orb in the sky. A sign that the lucky lady (2) was also about. And considering Jouno's luck, she was in a mood. "Damn," he murmured, on a soft whuff of breath that crystallized in the air.
"What? You want proof?" Kaiba snarled, annoyed at the disbelief that played across Jounouchi's open face. The other boy was more superstitious than an old sailor (3), and didn't believe him? Of course, he was right. The werewolf thing could just as easily be blamed on Kaiba, as he had backed up Bakura's word. It had been an amusing joke. He was suddenly reminded of the video they had taken that night... he really had to do something about that.
Jouno nodded with a grin. "Don't go biting me though..." he said in a cheerful, joking tone. He didn't believe Kaiba anyway, but if he was telling the truth... Well, the dogs (4) said something big was going down tonight, and he didn't want it to be to him. These kind of things tended to be distinctly unpleasant.
"I'm quite tempted to," Kaiba hissed, still glaring. He hated being wrong... especially where Jounouchi was concerned, for some reason. He had been so sure that he would be able to convince him fairly easily.
The blonde chuckled, "If ya really wanna..." He leaned back in what he thought was a provocative pose. Whatever it was, provocative shouldn't have been it. "So, are ya?" He winked at the brunette. Kaiba's gaze seemed drawn to, and quite attached to his neck though. Jounouchi switched positions back to his slump against the bar to the swing set, mildly creeped out. "Honestly, I would prefer ya ta be kiddin', 'cause I've heard way to many vampire stories... So, tell me truly now, or so help me, I'll stake yer lying ass 'gainst Mrs. Morris' old oak desk. Are you really a vampire?"
Kaiba wasn't sure if Jounouchi was bluffing about the staking, but he really didn't want to find out. Sure, he'd pissed the blonde off before, but Jounouchi had never made as extensive a threat as that. Apparently, Jouno despised liars. Which made it a good thing that Kaiba was telling the truth, right? He stood up to walk over to Jounouchi.
"What? Ya don't have ta..." Jouno's eyes crossed to attempt to look at the finger suddenly being pressed to his lips. It didn't work to well; his nose was in the way. "Uhm...I..." He stuttered for a moment before deciding to just listen to whatever Kaiba was going to say. No matter how much that went against his nature.
"Look," he ordered, baring a couple of fangs. The upper left ones. He wasn't prepared for the suddenly sharp gaze the blonde had turned onto him... his teeth, really. Jouno returned Kaiba's favor of finger-to-mouth, in order to actually feel the elongated canine. He wasn't sure if he had expected to be dull, or what, but one thing was certain... He hadn't expected it to be that sharp!
"Ouch!" Jouno cried, another whuff of silvery crystals floating off. And then he noticed something. While his breath was fogging... Kaiba's wasn't. He blinked at Kaiba.
"Dumb mutt," Kaiba muttered, trying to ignore the faint taste of blood that was now in his mouth. Even worse, was that he could smell it, too. Before, the taste of blood had been rather flat and bitter, like sucking on a penny. But now... the flavor was distinctly pleasant. Slightly sweet with a tang that reminded him of something forgotten, a pull on the mind that no matter how he searched, he couldn't find the source. He blinked when the blonde shoved the finger into his own mouth. He licked his lips. Damnit. He had promised himself that he wouldn't do that to Jounouchi. But the blonde's words came back to smack him in the face.
'If ya really wanna...'
He raised a hand to his neck, rubbing where he had been bitten, staring at Jouno, not really realizing that the blonde was staring right back.
"Kaiba?" Jounouchi asked, noting that the CEO-turned-vampire seemed to be somewhere in La-La Land. Staring at him. Something in the back of his mind told him that things just weren't going to go well. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't flattered, but the attention was a bit odd, especially coming from the rather cold Kaiba Seto. He was a bit surprised when Kaiba moved closer, still staring, the 'creep out' feeling was coming back. The brunette's pupils were almost completely dilated. Gods, that made it creepier.
"Kaiba?" Okay, now he was starting to get worried. He was a naturally superstitious person, as evidenced by the fact that he believed Yami Bakura over the whole werewolf thing, for an entire night, and the day after... until a bored classmate stabbed him with a silver pen; he blamed the teacher. That had hurt. But now... well, either Kaiba had a really cool set of fake teeth, or it was real. "Kaiba?"
"You know," Kaiba murmured, almost inaudibly, "I think I do..." In a sharp and sudden movement, unlike his previous creeping closer, he caught Jouno by the shoulders, pulling him close. It had been to fast of a movement, for Jounouchi to even see.
"Eep!!" Jouno squeaked, "You do what?" Now Kaiba's right hand was creeping up to the side of his face, as the other held them tightly together. Kaiba's lips brushed lightly against his cheek, before trailing down his jaw. Ah, shit. He was going to...! "Hey! Kaiba! Ya don' wanna be doin' that!" Jounouchi panicked. 'I told him... if he wanted ta... Oh man, oh man...' This was _so_ not good. 'But why did he tell me about this?' Damn those odd thoughts.
Wetness trailed down his neck and he braced himself to push Kaiba away. His hands were placed against Kaiba's chest, pushing, softly at first, then harder, until he was pushing as hard as he could. No matter what he did, the other didn't so much as change position... without so much as tightening a muscle. Kaiba had him in a perfectly effortless hold. Kaiba's mouth was now pressed against the juncture of his neck and shoulders, at the soft spot just above the clavicle (5), gently sucking at the skin. Jouno struggled to hold back a moan at the feeling. And then realized that that was _not_ his biggest worry. "Kaiba! Let go! I didn't mean it!"
He choked at the feeling of something sharp digging into the soft part of his neck. "Ack." That... hurt! A lot more than the books had lead him to believe. He whimpered slightly. It burned. The bite wasn't delicate; from the feel of it, the flesh of his neck was being torn. The feel of something wet slipping down his chest startled him, and he focused on that. Blood? The pain was dampening, and he hoped to hell, as he doubted heaven was listening, that Kaiba wouldn't turn him into a vampire as well.
His mouth worked silently, as he tried to force some sound from his throat. The burn increased, and finally a sound came out. Just another whimper, this one sounding plaintive, somehow. Plaintive was so not him, and that wasn't what he'd been trying to get out. "Ka..." His vision blacked momentarily. "Uh... Ka..." It was beginning to come to his attention that breathing was probably the most painful thing he had ever done.
The world dimmed suddenly, to an extreme degree. The night pulled in, ever so darker than before. He felt his body sagging against Kaiba as consciousness slipped away from him.
Kaiba was lost in the exquisite flavor of the blood in his mouth. Warm, the taste of life... although, he did snap back to reality as Jounouchi's body turned limp against his. He pulled away abruptly, to stare at the blonde in his arms. Oh no. "Jounouchi... I... I'm sorry..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
(1) Nox. Goddess of the Night, and Keeper of Secrets.
(2) Lucky lady. Goddess of Luck, or Fortune.
(3) More superstitious than an old sailor. Sailors in old time Japan were famed for being superstitious, more so than in the west.
(4) The dogs. Moon dogs. The glowing rings that occasionally show up around an exceptionally bright moon. Mostly seen when the upper atmosphere has a lot of moisture in it. It's supposedly very bad luck to have three of them around the moon at a time.
(5) Clavicle. That lovely bone in the shoulder. In the front. Also called collar bone.
Ending A/N: Thanks be to Danyella Skyler Silverfire, for floating over my shoulder and helping me with this. =^.^=
You all, tell me what you think, and just so you know, this'll be heavy on the supernatural. It'll soon go to R, and I might possibly have an NC-17 version on AFF. Thank you all.
