Title: Silver and Cold
Chapter: 8/?
Chapter Title: Nightmares and Vampires
Current Rating: PG-13 verging on R (I'll go with R, just to be safe...)
Author: Kage Kashu
Archive: FF, Dragon's Lair, AFF
Chapter Summary: Jounouchi has a nightmare, and then goes walking. Cut to Tasuki and Co. And Jouno has an encounter.
Disclaimer: I dun own em, sadly.
Author's notes: First person to figure out who one eye is (per place I post) gets a special cameo appearance. They get to slap the Sakurazukamori's ass without getting retaliated upon... and then, get to walk away, cackling maniacally. ^^
Warnings: For this chapter? Uhm... A bit of an 'eew', some blood, a letter. Weird humor, and cliffyish thing.
Crossover Shows: Yugioh, Fushigi Yuugi, and (unknown).
Timeline: AUish, after Noa Arc. Some years later.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~The sea's evaporated
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we're seeing
They're explosions in the sky
It seems it's written
But we can't read between the lines~
~~Sleeping With Ghosts
Once again, Jounouchi was staring at the clock. It read nine, so he supposed that he had missed his daily letter. At least, he hoped that was the case. A silent darkness had descended on the Kaiba estate, an he was glad of it. There was too much happening in the day, what with all the noise, the brightness and the motion. He really didn't like the first two at the moment.
The wall behind the clock looked nearly black in the dimness of the room, and so did just about everything else. The tiny amount of light that entered the room came from the half open window and glittered off of every available object. The room was awash with dark grays and stark blackness. It was nice, comforting in a way.
He snuggled deeply into his warm cocoon of blankets. A soft sound at the edge of his senses alarmed him though. There wasn't supposed to be anyone in here. He sat up quickly, ready to attack the intruder, only to find... There was no one there. "Huh?" he queried the darkness of the room.
His eyes locked onto the far wall, not really seeing anything, as he listened for a continuation of the noise that had bothered him in the first place. He blinked. The wall... didn't look right. A darker gray, verging on black, dripped down over it. What the... A sharp metallic scent in his nose... Blood?
His eyes widened imperceptibly, and his stomach lurched as the bed listed to the side. The scent of blood strengthened, and the far end of the bed dipped down as Jounouchi climbed upward, clinging to the headboard. A soft whine hung in his throat, nearly turning to a shriek when the foot of the bed dropped further down, leaving the bed at a 45° angle from the floor, which no longer looked like a floor. A deep dark pool of black liquid seemed to have replaced the floor, and the bed seemed to be sinking rapidly into it.
Jounouchi hyperventilated, staring at the thick black pool that he was sinking toward, and with a shrill scream...
He woke up.
He choked on his own breath for a moment, then flopped backward onto the bed, which was back in the proper 180° position. Thank Kami-sama. He sat back up, throwing his pillow at the light switch at the other side of the room. With the light on, the entire dream twisted back, and everything was "A-Okay", as his father would have said. (He suspected that his dear father had spent a little too much time in Amerika.)
He blinked, realizing that there was a piece of paper in his lap. Well, shit. Vampy had come after all. Not that he wasn't disappointed. He really wanted this freak to just leave him alone. Actually, that was one of the things he had always been looking for... He really had always wanted to just be left alone. Although, it _was_ nice having friends, he had never really asked for any.
'My Beautiful Katsuya,'
"Ch'." Jouno glared out the window. Figures that Mr. Perv would just get worse with his name calling.
'I see thou didst not feel up to doing much today... Thine head bothering thee? Maybe young Mokuba's voice, grating on the nerves? The boy does have a rather shrill voice, especially when he feels concern. There are advantages, though, to being a wolf. Sensitivity to certain stimuli will be better by far (1).
'Wolves have a lovely tendency to bare their throat to the one they believe is in charge.'
"Fuckin' perv," Jounouchi growled, crumpling the paper. He had an idea that he already knew where the pervert was going with that one. He glanced at the clock. A little after 9. He nodded to himself, before resigning himself to glancing at the other papers.
A few choice words, and a near bloody nose later, the pictures were crumpled as well. He smoothed the papers back out, putting them back in their envelope. With that, he hopped out of bed, and over to the desk, to pull out some papers.
'Hey Mokuba' he wrote.
'I'm going to visit home, so if you come in here and notice me missing, I'm just gone out visiting, okay? I'll be back by morning... or in the morning. Or, if not, I'll call.
'Jounouchi Katsuya'
He nodded to himself. That would do it. "See ya later," he told the room in general, before heading to, and hopping out of, the bedroom window, to land, once again, in a run.
~*~
Jounouchi Tasuki smacked his dear friend Kouji, who was trying to steal his 'tea', with a crutch. "Get off of that! It's mine!"
"You shouldn't be drinking so early in the day!" protested Kouji. "Actually, from what I heard about yer last binge, you shouldn't be drinkin' much at all! You nearly beaned that poor kid in the head with a bottle... Wasn't he one of Katsuya's friends?"
"Hmm... Hongo, Hiroshi, Hiroto, Honda.... Somethin' like that," Tasuki shrugged, already, it seemed, deep in his cups (2). He grinned. "Think I scared him?"
"From what Katsuya said, he didn't get far enough into the apartment to see you, much less be scared of you... He was probably scared you were gonna throw another one..." Kouji laughed, attempting to snag the 'tea' again. "Knowing you, you'll be trying to go about without the crutches, and you'll pull yer knee again."
"Mine!!" Tasuki swung up his left leg at Kouji, trying to make him back off. "It's yer fault, anyway. Sheesh, who'da expected such a violent reaction..."
"You'd been doin' that all morning, whatcha expect?" Kouji grumbled. "You're the one who kept pullin'. It was yer pullin' that made it go pop in the first place..." He frowned. "You really shouldn't be drinkin' anyway."
"What makes you say that?"
"You + a load of alcohol + easy access to Book-sama = disaster. As proven last time," the darker man tossed his head a bit, to get his hair out of his eyes. Unfortunately, it was still wet, as he had come out of the shower about ten minutes before, immediately going to bother his best friend. "What was it you asked? I remember the solution having had something to do with a lot of coconut milk, the neighbor's cat, and a fencing instructor from one of the local schools."
The redhead tipped his head to the side. "Hmm... I think it had something to do with the last werewolf scare... but I'm not sure about more than that... or even if it was that..."
Kouji opened his mouth to reply, but was startled, as was Tasuki, by the sound of the front door banging open, followed by a bunch of loud thumping sounds. There was the sound of something shattering, and then... Silence.
They stared at each other, 'tea' forgotten. "What the fuck was that?" asked Tasuki, getting up. He headed directly towards the door, Kouji following.
~*~
It wasn't a long distance between the Jounouchi and Kaiba households, at least, if one went through the park. It was pleasantly cool outside, early autumn, and the leaves were golden and red under the streetlamps, while black everywhere else. It was lovely... but the cool easily gave way to chill if you stayed still for even a moment. Jouno shivered, pulling his green jacket closer, and wishing he had put on something heavier. Oh, well, it was too late now.
Cutting through the park had, at one time, been something Jounouchi had dreaded. Now... anyone who knew of him, or recognized him, from the old gangs... they would leave him alone. Why was that? They had a tendency to be cowards, so the mere mention of Jounouchi Katsuya was enough to make most of them run.
He welcomed the darkness, although it seemed, with his coloring, the darkness wasn't so welcoming to him. There was a heavy mist in the air, and his hair dampened with it as he walked down the street to the aforementioned park. Once he reached the darkened park, he had an overwhelming urge... one that he hadn't had in _years_. He wanted to run. On the track. Maybe even time himself.
He grinned. Considering all that had been happening lately, he ought to get back into proper shape. His dad had told him, some weeks before, that he was getting wimpy, and that he probably wouldn't even be able to run properly. He figured he ought to test that theory.
His grin turned wolfish, and he set off. Keeping his eyes ahead of him, and to the ground, as he didn't want to trip, he pushed himself faster. He leaned forward, as to give less wind resistance, and pumped his legs even faster. Wind whistled by his ears, and his eyes watered slightly as he practically flew down the old track. His jacket whipped behind him, and the only thought on his mind was of how _good_ this felt. His blood racing, chest heaving, legs throbbing... Uh oh.
With an undignified yelp, he crashed to the ground, jaw hitting first on the track. His brain was jarred by the impact, giving him a sudden super- sized headache (3)... and his jaw was bleeding. Ch'. Figures. He sat up, holding a hand to his skull and squeezing his eyes shut for the moment. "Oi..." he grumbled. He could barely hear himself over the ringing in his ears. He wasn't really sure how, but he sensed a presence up close behind him, just before he was pulled back and against someone. "Wha...?"
"I take it thou didst not read the entire thing," a soft voice with a heavily archaic accent spoke directly into his ear. "Or else thou wouldst not have been so careless."
"Eep," said Jounouchi. This was _so_ not good. So, Mr. Perv was here. Other than that, and a few choice images and phrases form the man's letters, all that remained in his head was the ringing that accompanied his headache. Cold fingers moved up his neck, and he felt himself sag against the weirdo. What the...? Jouno couldn't move. Not in the least. No no. This wasn't good; not at all.
He whimpered as he was pulled closer to the vampire, which, he noted, was a lot taller than him. A good eight inches taller than him, if not more. He was lifted off of the ground, and the 'man' behind him was all that was supporting him. "Hai, that's it, my pretty blonde wolfling," the soft voice husked into his ear. The cold fingers returned to his neck, trailing upward and forward, coming to a rest against his jaw. "Tip thine head back for me..."
A soft whine escaped his throat as his head tipped back, in spite of his best effort to keep it up. The fingers on his jaw pressed lightly, until he was looking the vampire in the eye. Too late, he remembered that looking a vampire in the eye was a bad thing.
Then his world was trapped in icy blue.
~*~
Tasuki and Kouji scrambled for the entryway, the former having a harder time of it, due to his leg being in a splint and the rest of him just being drunk. After a spectacularly clumsy fall, he gave up, leaving Kouji to it. He doubted his ability to reach the door anyway.
A moment later, Kouji came back, face completely white. "Tasuki... You'd better get out the holy water."
"Eh?" Tasuki stared up at him, finally distinguishing the bundle in the dark man's arms to be his son. Drunkenness left abruptly, and he lurched to his feet, ignoring his crutches in favor of hurrying into the study, to snatch one of the bottles of water that he'd had blessed, of which he always had at least four on hand, by every priest, priestess, monk, and so- called holy maiden within a twenty mile radius. Just in case With a curse, he stumbled back out into the living room, bottle in hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~
(1) This is for Katana. ^.~ For mentioning _that_. lol
(2) Deep in his cups. Well on the way to being drunk.
(3) Any of you ever do that? If not, trust me, if you land real hard, you've got this tendency to have a rather sudden and massive headache, purely from the fact that the brain gets jarred.
~*~
Reviews:
the Ghost of Jounochi: Ya know... I think yer right. Me and my friend were laughing our asses off as I was writing that. ^^ Poor Tasuki... and he's not a werewolf, so it's not gonna be a quick thing.
Molly-chan the Anime/Game fan: Darn. Well, Mr. Stalker is from an as yet untold anime, and he's... well... Not really who I'd expect any to expect. ^^ I like the guy, I'm just making him do something that I could actually see him doing with the right few pushes towards insanity. ^^
Sorrow/Dark Star Goddess: If you know anything about Fushigi Yuugi, the redhead, Tasuki, is Jouno's dad in this fic... His best friend Kouji is just that... his best friend, and pretty much being Jouno's "godfather". Chiriko, who, in Fushigi Yuugi is the little guy, is Jouno's uncle, Tasuki's elder brother... If that's confusing... I'll give better descriptions of them later on. ^^
Kaneda-Shotaro and Yami Tetsuo: ^^ Thank you!
FREAK014: Meh... He had only just gotten turned, so we really should excuse him, ne? Poor little guy didn't know what he was supposed to do... ^^ I was just a bit surprised, never been called sempai before, feel very flattered. ^^ I'm thinking that there will eventually be a lemon... If I can get up the courage for it. ^^ Poor boy's only half turned, so things are starting to be noticeable to him... It'll get a bit more so methinks, before he's used to it. ^^
Danyella Skyler Silverfire: I feel better now...
Chapter: 8/?
Chapter Title: Nightmares and Vampires
Current Rating: PG-13 verging on R (I'll go with R, just to be safe...)
Author: Kage Kashu
Archive: FF, Dragon's Lair, AFF
Chapter Summary: Jounouchi has a nightmare, and then goes walking. Cut to Tasuki and Co. And Jouno has an encounter.
Disclaimer: I dun own em, sadly.
Author's notes: First person to figure out who one eye is (per place I post) gets a special cameo appearance. They get to slap the Sakurazukamori's ass without getting retaliated upon... and then, get to walk away, cackling maniacally. ^^
Warnings: For this chapter? Uhm... A bit of an 'eew', some blood, a letter. Weird humor, and cliffyish thing.
Crossover Shows: Yugioh, Fushigi Yuugi, and (unknown).
Timeline: AUish, after Noa Arc. Some years later.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~The sea's evaporated
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we're seeing
They're explosions in the sky
It seems it's written
But we can't read between the lines~
~~Sleeping With Ghosts
Once again, Jounouchi was staring at the clock. It read nine, so he supposed that he had missed his daily letter. At least, he hoped that was the case. A silent darkness had descended on the Kaiba estate, an he was glad of it. There was too much happening in the day, what with all the noise, the brightness and the motion. He really didn't like the first two at the moment.
The wall behind the clock looked nearly black in the dimness of the room, and so did just about everything else. The tiny amount of light that entered the room came from the half open window and glittered off of every available object. The room was awash with dark grays and stark blackness. It was nice, comforting in a way.
He snuggled deeply into his warm cocoon of blankets. A soft sound at the edge of his senses alarmed him though. There wasn't supposed to be anyone in here. He sat up quickly, ready to attack the intruder, only to find... There was no one there. "Huh?" he queried the darkness of the room.
His eyes locked onto the far wall, not really seeing anything, as he listened for a continuation of the noise that had bothered him in the first place. He blinked. The wall... didn't look right. A darker gray, verging on black, dripped down over it. What the... A sharp metallic scent in his nose... Blood?
His eyes widened imperceptibly, and his stomach lurched as the bed listed to the side. The scent of blood strengthened, and the far end of the bed dipped down as Jounouchi climbed upward, clinging to the headboard. A soft whine hung in his throat, nearly turning to a shriek when the foot of the bed dropped further down, leaving the bed at a 45° angle from the floor, which no longer looked like a floor. A deep dark pool of black liquid seemed to have replaced the floor, and the bed seemed to be sinking rapidly into it.
Jounouchi hyperventilated, staring at the thick black pool that he was sinking toward, and with a shrill scream...
He woke up.
He choked on his own breath for a moment, then flopped backward onto the bed, which was back in the proper 180° position. Thank Kami-sama. He sat back up, throwing his pillow at the light switch at the other side of the room. With the light on, the entire dream twisted back, and everything was "A-Okay", as his father would have said. (He suspected that his dear father had spent a little too much time in Amerika.)
He blinked, realizing that there was a piece of paper in his lap. Well, shit. Vampy had come after all. Not that he wasn't disappointed. He really wanted this freak to just leave him alone. Actually, that was one of the things he had always been looking for... He really had always wanted to just be left alone. Although, it _was_ nice having friends, he had never really asked for any.
'My Beautiful Katsuya,'
"Ch'." Jouno glared out the window. Figures that Mr. Perv would just get worse with his name calling.
'I see thou didst not feel up to doing much today... Thine head bothering thee? Maybe young Mokuba's voice, grating on the nerves? The boy does have a rather shrill voice, especially when he feels concern. There are advantages, though, to being a wolf. Sensitivity to certain stimuli will be better by far (1).
'Wolves have a lovely tendency to bare their throat to the one they believe is in charge.'
"Fuckin' perv," Jounouchi growled, crumpling the paper. He had an idea that he already knew where the pervert was going with that one. He glanced at the clock. A little after 9. He nodded to himself, before resigning himself to glancing at the other papers.
A few choice words, and a near bloody nose later, the pictures were crumpled as well. He smoothed the papers back out, putting them back in their envelope. With that, he hopped out of bed, and over to the desk, to pull out some papers.
'Hey Mokuba' he wrote.
'I'm going to visit home, so if you come in here and notice me missing, I'm just gone out visiting, okay? I'll be back by morning... or in the morning. Or, if not, I'll call.
'Jounouchi Katsuya'
He nodded to himself. That would do it. "See ya later," he told the room in general, before heading to, and hopping out of, the bedroom window, to land, once again, in a run.
~*~
Jounouchi Tasuki smacked his dear friend Kouji, who was trying to steal his 'tea', with a crutch. "Get off of that! It's mine!"
"You shouldn't be drinking so early in the day!" protested Kouji. "Actually, from what I heard about yer last binge, you shouldn't be drinkin' much at all! You nearly beaned that poor kid in the head with a bottle... Wasn't he one of Katsuya's friends?"
"Hmm... Hongo, Hiroshi, Hiroto, Honda.... Somethin' like that," Tasuki shrugged, already, it seemed, deep in his cups (2). He grinned. "Think I scared him?"
"From what Katsuya said, he didn't get far enough into the apartment to see you, much less be scared of you... He was probably scared you were gonna throw another one..." Kouji laughed, attempting to snag the 'tea' again. "Knowing you, you'll be trying to go about without the crutches, and you'll pull yer knee again."
"Mine!!" Tasuki swung up his left leg at Kouji, trying to make him back off. "It's yer fault, anyway. Sheesh, who'da expected such a violent reaction..."
"You'd been doin' that all morning, whatcha expect?" Kouji grumbled. "You're the one who kept pullin'. It was yer pullin' that made it go pop in the first place..." He frowned. "You really shouldn't be drinkin' anyway."
"What makes you say that?"
"You + a load of alcohol + easy access to Book-sama = disaster. As proven last time," the darker man tossed his head a bit, to get his hair out of his eyes. Unfortunately, it was still wet, as he had come out of the shower about ten minutes before, immediately going to bother his best friend. "What was it you asked? I remember the solution having had something to do with a lot of coconut milk, the neighbor's cat, and a fencing instructor from one of the local schools."
The redhead tipped his head to the side. "Hmm... I think it had something to do with the last werewolf scare... but I'm not sure about more than that... or even if it was that..."
Kouji opened his mouth to reply, but was startled, as was Tasuki, by the sound of the front door banging open, followed by a bunch of loud thumping sounds. There was the sound of something shattering, and then... Silence.
They stared at each other, 'tea' forgotten. "What the fuck was that?" asked Tasuki, getting up. He headed directly towards the door, Kouji following.
~*~
It wasn't a long distance between the Jounouchi and Kaiba households, at least, if one went through the park. It was pleasantly cool outside, early autumn, and the leaves were golden and red under the streetlamps, while black everywhere else. It was lovely... but the cool easily gave way to chill if you stayed still for even a moment. Jouno shivered, pulling his green jacket closer, and wishing he had put on something heavier. Oh, well, it was too late now.
Cutting through the park had, at one time, been something Jounouchi had dreaded. Now... anyone who knew of him, or recognized him, from the old gangs... they would leave him alone. Why was that? They had a tendency to be cowards, so the mere mention of Jounouchi Katsuya was enough to make most of them run.
He welcomed the darkness, although it seemed, with his coloring, the darkness wasn't so welcoming to him. There was a heavy mist in the air, and his hair dampened with it as he walked down the street to the aforementioned park. Once he reached the darkened park, he had an overwhelming urge... one that he hadn't had in _years_. He wanted to run. On the track. Maybe even time himself.
He grinned. Considering all that had been happening lately, he ought to get back into proper shape. His dad had told him, some weeks before, that he was getting wimpy, and that he probably wouldn't even be able to run properly. He figured he ought to test that theory.
His grin turned wolfish, and he set off. Keeping his eyes ahead of him, and to the ground, as he didn't want to trip, he pushed himself faster. He leaned forward, as to give less wind resistance, and pumped his legs even faster. Wind whistled by his ears, and his eyes watered slightly as he practically flew down the old track. His jacket whipped behind him, and the only thought on his mind was of how _good_ this felt. His blood racing, chest heaving, legs throbbing... Uh oh.
With an undignified yelp, he crashed to the ground, jaw hitting first on the track. His brain was jarred by the impact, giving him a sudden super- sized headache (3)... and his jaw was bleeding. Ch'. Figures. He sat up, holding a hand to his skull and squeezing his eyes shut for the moment. "Oi..." he grumbled. He could barely hear himself over the ringing in his ears. He wasn't really sure how, but he sensed a presence up close behind him, just before he was pulled back and against someone. "Wha...?"
"I take it thou didst not read the entire thing," a soft voice with a heavily archaic accent spoke directly into his ear. "Or else thou wouldst not have been so careless."
"Eep," said Jounouchi. This was _so_ not good. So, Mr. Perv was here. Other than that, and a few choice images and phrases form the man's letters, all that remained in his head was the ringing that accompanied his headache. Cold fingers moved up his neck, and he felt himself sag against the weirdo. What the...? Jouno couldn't move. Not in the least. No no. This wasn't good; not at all.
He whimpered as he was pulled closer to the vampire, which, he noted, was a lot taller than him. A good eight inches taller than him, if not more. He was lifted off of the ground, and the 'man' behind him was all that was supporting him. "Hai, that's it, my pretty blonde wolfling," the soft voice husked into his ear. The cold fingers returned to his neck, trailing upward and forward, coming to a rest against his jaw. "Tip thine head back for me..."
A soft whine escaped his throat as his head tipped back, in spite of his best effort to keep it up. The fingers on his jaw pressed lightly, until he was looking the vampire in the eye. Too late, he remembered that looking a vampire in the eye was a bad thing.
Then his world was trapped in icy blue.
~*~
Tasuki and Kouji scrambled for the entryway, the former having a harder time of it, due to his leg being in a splint and the rest of him just being drunk. After a spectacularly clumsy fall, he gave up, leaving Kouji to it. He doubted his ability to reach the door anyway.
A moment later, Kouji came back, face completely white. "Tasuki... You'd better get out the holy water."
"Eh?" Tasuki stared up at him, finally distinguishing the bundle in the dark man's arms to be his son. Drunkenness left abruptly, and he lurched to his feet, ignoring his crutches in favor of hurrying into the study, to snatch one of the bottles of water that he'd had blessed, of which he always had at least four on hand, by every priest, priestess, monk, and so- called holy maiden within a twenty mile radius. Just in case With a curse, he stumbled back out into the living room, bottle in hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~
(1) This is for Katana. ^.~ For mentioning _that_. lol
(2) Deep in his cups. Well on the way to being drunk.
(3) Any of you ever do that? If not, trust me, if you land real hard, you've got this tendency to have a rather sudden and massive headache, purely from the fact that the brain gets jarred.
~*~
Reviews:
the Ghost of Jounochi: Ya know... I think yer right. Me and my friend were laughing our asses off as I was writing that. ^^ Poor Tasuki... and he's not a werewolf, so it's not gonna be a quick thing.
Molly-chan the Anime/Game fan: Darn. Well, Mr. Stalker is from an as yet untold anime, and he's... well... Not really who I'd expect any to expect. ^^ I like the guy, I'm just making him do something that I could actually see him doing with the right few pushes towards insanity. ^^
Sorrow/Dark Star Goddess: If you know anything about Fushigi Yuugi, the redhead, Tasuki, is Jouno's dad in this fic... His best friend Kouji is just that... his best friend, and pretty much being Jouno's "godfather". Chiriko, who, in Fushigi Yuugi is the little guy, is Jouno's uncle, Tasuki's elder brother... If that's confusing... I'll give better descriptions of them later on. ^^
Kaneda-Shotaro and Yami Tetsuo: ^^ Thank you!
FREAK014: Meh... He had only just gotten turned, so we really should excuse him, ne? Poor little guy didn't know what he was supposed to do... ^^ I was just a bit surprised, never been called sempai before, feel very flattered. ^^ I'm thinking that there will eventually be a lemon... If I can get up the courage for it. ^^ Poor boy's only half turned, so things are starting to be noticeable to him... It'll get a bit more so methinks, before he's used to it. ^^
Danyella Skyler Silverfire: I feel better now...
