Here come the Yuugiou characters, all dressed in black... well you know how that wedding tune goes. Anyway, I brought some familiars in and added some more supernatural into the mix, too. And it creates, PANCAKES! (sorry, you'll have to read Yu-Gi-Nonsense to understand). The vampire information in here is based on Buffy the Vampire Slayer and several other things. Please note: I am spelling the characters the Japanese way. RRE! (Enjoy) P.S. Beware a flashback or two!
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Caddilyn walked into her college dorm. Her roommate looked up from across the room. "There you are, back from another one of your 'amazing' days? Well, it's your turn to do the dishes," then she turned her attention back to a magazine. Caddilyn just sighed and began to climb the stairs to their room.
"I had a lotta fun with Jouno. You know, Miss Rayota Ryuuji, you need to get some friends," Caddilyn preached as she wagged her finger. "Oh, that reminds me, I need to call Malik!" Why did Ray have to share a room with Caddilyn during the summer? Oh, yeah. She had nowhere else to go. Ray just shook her head and return to her article about nail polish. She would not usually read about cosmetics, but she needed something to do before sunset.
Caddilyn was finally here, so now Rayota could leave. From beneath the over stuffed love seat she sat in, Ray pulled out a large cardboard box. Its contents were simply masked by a large SUMMER SHIRTS label imprinted across it with a felt tip marker. Ray grabbed the box and headed out the front door.
A couple blocks away, she found a dark alley to change. She removed a scarlet shirt first, stained with fresh blood, matching the shirt's red. Next, Ray heaved her seemingly three-ton coat and tight black pants out of the bottom. The worn white leather of the coat slipped perfectly over her shirt and so Ray began to check to see if all of her thirty weapons were still attached. Everything from arrows to silver buckshot hung from the inside layers of the jacket. Even two sharpened stakes were bundled to her forearms. She ran her fingers over the smooth texture of her cross necklace as she laced up the final knot on her boots.
A final sweep of the box's inside for forgotten items revealed a piece of paper. It was a smudged image of Rayota standing next to a frustrated boy. This brought a flood of warm tears to her eyes. She whispered Otogi under her breathe while she thought of the night not too long ago.
It was only when Ray was 14 when she had even heard anything about a demon or a vampire or a werewolf. She was kidnapped in the middle of the night. When she awoke, the normal house settings of a average human surrounded her. Ray was not bounded and was looking at a mid aged man. He calmed her immediate fear by explaining who he was and what she was. The announcement of her being a slayer washed over her like a swarm of killer bees. She sat there still and slightly afraid as the 'trainer of slayers' explained. The last slayer in Domino was killed by a rogue lycan and she was predestined to become the next. That is, if Ray wanted to. Her quick decision was yes, like it was a dream and must be allowed to go on until she woke up. Rayota did not care anyway, even if this was real (and it was not), she loved the dark and found the image of a slayer comical. Just think, there are people running around with pointy sticks and turning things into dust. HA!
The man finally took her home and Ray awoke the next morning with the still present memories from that 'nightmare'. Over the next several weeks, though, the man and other trainers returned. And slowly, she began to absorb the understanding that she was to become a slayer. Knowledge and weaponry usage were drilled into her mind and she noticed her natural strength begin to increase. All normal slayer side effects. Ray trained and worked almost every night, all night. Then, finally, she quit.
Ray was tired of the pointless work. She had never seen a demon or heard of them on the streets during the day. Leaving her teachers with only half the knowledge needed to become a true slayer, Ray went to rejoin her normal life.
Nights became a fun time to spend hours watching everything during the dark. On occasion, she would see someone walking around, like a couple humans or demons that she now could identify. Next, trying to see how close she could get to one of them became a game. Ray could camouflage very well after a few weeks of practice. Then, weapons from stores or the Internet found their way into her pockets. Exercising them to sharpen her skills came in handy. A vampire snuck up on her one night. She screamed and turned around in combination with a reflex action of trusting her hand outward. In her hand was a stake, and on the ground was a fresh pile of dust. Rayota ran.
More time passed and she tried dusting more vamps, which needed a lot of careful watching. Trying some of her karate moves on a handful of extra demons kept her out all night. Her white trench coat she had gotten from her father went with her every night. Thus, she became the Ivory Slayer. Ray was not missed at home, for she stayed in her room all day while her brother was out with his friends. There was Yuugi and Honda . . . oh, well. Who cares?
Most of the vampires or demons she came upon were easy to dispose of. She did see a werewolf one night a couple blocks away jumping from a building window, but that was all. Another time, she chased after a tall, thin vampire with brown hair. Ray never forgot him. He was not bad looking. His long bangs gently brushed over his blue eyes as he smirked back before sprinting off. Ray did not catch him. This was new for her, and she regretfully did not catch him. Too bad. So sad.
Ray returned to her room that night as the approaching dawn lit up the sky. She found her brother lying at an odd angle on her bed. Rayota grumbled, "Okay, sleepy head. Off my bed." She nudged him. He lifelessly rolled over to expose two dripping bite marks on the side of his neck. She gasped and stepped back. "Otogi..."
Long before the trip to the hospital, he was dead. The doctors could not figure out where the bite came from, but his sister could. The vampire she did not catch.
Rayota allowed the tears leak from her moist cheeks onto the damp picture she still held in her hands. She gently folded the memory and slid it into the coat's front pocket. There was another paper in her pocket. It was a crudely written address of a meeting place from Bakura. That necromancer! Ray slammed her fist against the wall. He was supposed to help her! That boy had made a deal with her. He was supposed to try and raise her deceased brother. Bakura's talents were widely known and his talents had a high price, too. Ray paid $800 for his services. He never showed up at the meeting place and Ray never found him.
She now cringed at the mere thought of him and began to walk away from the little dent she made in the wall. Only one thing could ease her mind: taking it out on demons while slaying. The park was very close and was the first place she would search. The ground was illuminated by the full moon overhead. Oh, great. Werewolves tonight.
During the full moon period, Ray's mood always hit its low point. Werewolves were tiring to chase and annoying to kill. She could just kill them thus slaying the human, too. Very messy. Or, Ray could get a mage and go through the rituals of changing the wolf back to human. However, this took long and slayers usually have trouble with mages. Ugh. Her conscience must have hated her for using the first method often. Time to patrol the streets.
The night seemed endless and the slayer became jaded from her look out position on top of a warehouse. She leaped down from the second story and landed with skilled agility. Her walk home during the appending sunrise seemed unfulfilled. There were no dustings tonight. No werewolves either. It was a surprise. Was that good or bad?
Ray awkwardly followed the path to her childhood home. The street had a welcoming appearance to it. She approached her house and looked at it with lonely eyes. Ray had left after the tragedy without telling her parents. It was sad, Otogi and Rayota were just gone. Their parents had no idea where they were. It seemed wrong that Ray stay there since she thought it was her fault about Otogi. Luckily, the lost girl had come upon Caddilyn. Cay needed a new roommate and just wanted someone to pay half the rent for her dorm. Rayota found a place where she would not need to sign her name for anything. No one could find her, then. Not even her parents. A light flicked on behind the paint chipped window. She left.
The click of her room's door unlocking came as a happy sound to Ray. Caddilyn lay under a mass of blankets on her bed. In her black pajamas, Rayota fell fast asleep. The time from sunrise to 9 am was her sleeping time. In other words, do not disturb or die. Less than five minutes later, Caddilyn rose from her covers. The natural alarm clock that is dawn worked great for her once again. She walked up to Ray and poked her. "Awake yet?"
Ray grumbled back. "No, now leave me alone..." Rayota had evidentially not noticed Caddilyn's stained, shredded clothes.
"Okay, grumpy butt." The day had begun for the werewolf, but ended for the slayer. Cay left after ridding herself of the rags and bandaging her cuts.
Ray awoke and smacked her alarm clock. She had meetings today. No business, just talk. But first, she had to change. The dorm's washer was broken so she had no clothes. Caddilyn's grinning bunny shirt and matching shorts fit well. Jounouchi was to meet her at the bar four blocks over. He greeted Ray as she walked in and invited her next to him by gently patting the stool next to him. She gave a mechanical smile and sat down.
"What'll ya have?" asked a bartender.
"Double shot of ginger ale," Rayota responded.
"Chocolate milk fa me," Jouno added. He turned to her. "So, how did last night go, Ivory Slayer?"
"Hm, I didn't see anything."
"Really. Well, I was on the east side with my pack. We didn't see nuttin' either. Although, I would like to have a couple of them stakes ya got for extra protection." Ray weakly laughed. Jouno always teased her about her overly weaponed coat. Jounouchi was one of the few who knew Ray was a slayer. She had found him and his pack wondering the streets one night. Rayota pounced and Jouno recognized her. They were already friends and she understood his control of himself and his wolves. Jouno kept the werewolves from bothering humans and Ray proved to be a destroyer of the werewolves' enemy: vampires.
Rayota struck up another subject, "Did you see Caddilyn today?"
Yeah, "Jounouchi answered, "she stopped by before I came here." He had failed to mention her lycanthropy to Ray out of embarrassment. Plus, lupines were just a normal part of his life. They both received their drinks. Sipping and talking brought up the subject of s;aying and werewolves. Rayota finally had to leave to go meet someone else. She slap at 5 dollar bill on the bar counter and bid her good byes.
Malik's apartment required a taxi to get to it. He lived all the way across town. Ray arrived and rapped on his door. "Come in," Malik slurred.
She gave a little wave while stepping in. "Hi."
"Whoa, where's your bright white trench coat?" He flashed her a smile. She gave him a sarcastic grin. "Come here." A black leather couch completed the room's look. Crimson drapes hung by the window and black enveloped everything else. Malik some how made it look sexy, instead of gothic. The tight shirt on him made Ray's mind spin. You gotta love him; well, she did, anyway. Back to business.
"Did you notice any supernatural activity last night?" she asked.
"What, you mean between you and I there aren't enough slayers to watch the city?" he answered. "But, nothing for me."
"I talked to Jouno and he said there was nothing, also..."
"What?!" Malik interrupted. "You still talk to that filthy wolf. I hate them all – demons and lycanthropes. I kill them before caring."
Ray hated it when he stopped her while she talked. "He is able to control his actions and his followers. I know you are a great slayer, but right now, we have to figure out where everyone was last night."
Malik smirked and yawned. Ray caught a peak of his perfect abs as he stretched his arms and raised his shirt hem. She had a mental melt down. Her heart secretly sang for him every time she caught his gaze. His arrogance bugged the hell out of Ray sometimes. Their connection was strictly business, plus, he went out with Caddilyn. Although, a girl could dream...
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More on Bakura, Jouno, and Malik coming up. Yami shows up and so does Seto. Plus, don't worry, Yuugi pops in. Where were the demons last night? Okay, I am done for now. Review with ideas.
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Caddilyn walked into her college dorm. Her roommate looked up from across the room. "There you are, back from another one of your 'amazing' days? Well, it's your turn to do the dishes," then she turned her attention back to a magazine. Caddilyn just sighed and began to climb the stairs to their room.
"I had a lotta fun with Jouno. You know, Miss Rayota Ryuuji, you need to get some friends," Caddilyn preached as she wagged her finger. "Oh, that reminds me, I need to call Malik!" Why did Ray have to share a room with Caddilyn during the summer? Oh, yeah. She had nowhere else to go. Ray just shook her head and return to her article about nail polish. She would not usually read about cosmetics, but she needed something to do before sunset.
Caddilyn was finally here, so now Rayota could leave. From beneath the over stuffed love seat she sat in, Ray pulled out a large cardboard box. Its contents were simply masked by a large SUMMER SHIRTS label imprinted across it with a felt tip marker. Ray grabbed the box and headed out the front door.
A couple blocks away, she found a dark alley to change. She removed a scarlet shirt first, stained with fresh blood, matching the shirt's red. Next, Ray heaved her seemingly three-ton coat and tight black pants out of the bottom. The worn white leather of the coat slipped perfectly over her shirt and so Ray began to check to see if all of her thirty weapons were still attached. Everything from arrows to silver buckshot hung from the inside layers of the jacket. Even two sharpened stakes were bundled to her forearms. She ran her fingers over the smooth texture of her cross necklace as she laced up the final knot on her boots.
A final sweep of the box's inside for forgotten items revealed a piece of paper. It was a smudged image of Rayota standing next to a frustrated boy. This brought a flood of warm tears to her eyes. She whispered Otogi under her breathe while she thought of the night not too long ago.
It was only when Ray was 14 when she had even heard anything about a demon or a vampire or a werewolf. She was kidnapped in the middle of the night. When she awoke, the normal house settings of a average human surrounded her. Ray was not bounded and was looking at a mid aged man. He calmed her immediate fear by explaining who he was and what she was. The announcement of her being a slayer washed over her like a swarm of killer bees. She sat there still and slightly afraid as the 'trainer of slayers' explained. The last slayer in Domino was killed by a rogue lycan and she was predestined to become the next. That is, if Ray wanted to. Her quick decision was yes, like it was a dream and must be allowed to go on until she woke up. Rayota did not care anyway, even if this was real (and it was not), she loved the dark and found the image of a slayer comical. Just think, there are people running around with pointy sticks and turning things into dust. HA!
The man finally took her home and Ray awoke the next morning with the still present memories from that 'nightmare'. Over the next several weeks, though, the man and other trainers returned. And slowly, she began to absorb the understanding that she was to become a slayer. Knowledge and weaponry usage were drilled into her mind and she noticed her natural strength begin to increase. All normal slayer side effects. Ray trained and worked almost every night, all night. Then, finally, she quit.
Ray was tired of the pointless work. She had never seen a demon or heard of them on the streets during the day. Leaving her teachers with only half the knowledge needed to become a true slayer, Ray went to rejoin her normal life.
Nights became a fun time to spend hours watching everything during the dark. On occasion, she would see someone walking around, like a couple humans or demons that she now could identify. Next, trying to see how close she could get to one of them became a game. Ray could camouflage very well after a few weeks of practice. Then, weapons from stores or the Internet found their way into her pockets. Exercising them to sharpen her skills came in handy. A vampire snuck up on her one night. She screamed and turned around in combination with a reflex action of trusting her hand outward. In her hand was a stake, and on the ground was a fresh pile of dust. Rayota ran.
More time passed and she tried dusting more vamps, which needed a lot of careful watching. Trying some of her karate moves on a handful of extra demons kept her out all night. Her white trench coat she had gotten from her father went with her every night. Thus, she became the Ivory Slayer. Ray was not missed at home, for she stayed in her room all day while her brother was out with his friends. There was Yuugi and Honda . . . oh, well. Who cares?
Most of the vampires or demons she came upon were easy to dispose of. She did see a werewolf one night a couple blocks away jumping from a building window, but that was all. Another time, she chased after a tall, thin vampire with brown hair. Ray never forgot him. He was not bad looking. His long bangs gently brushed over his blue eyes as he smirked back before sprinting off. Ray did not catch him. This was new for her, and she regretfully did not catch him. Too bad. So sad.
Ray returned to her room that night as the approaching dawn lit up the sky. She found her brother lying at an odd angle on her bed. Rayota grumbled, "Okay, sleepy head. Off my bed." She nudged him. He lifelessly rolled over to expose two dripping bite marks on the side of his neck. She gasped and stepped back. "Otogi..."
Long before the trip to the hospital, he was dead. The doctors could not figure out where the bite came from, but his sister could. The vampire she did not catch.
Rayota allowed the tears leak from her moist cheeks onto the damp picture she still held in her hands. She gently folded the memory and slid it into the coat's front pocket. There was another paper in her pocket. It was a crudely written address of a meeting place from Bakura. That necromancer! Ray slammed her fist against the wall. He was supposed to help her! That boy had made a deal with her. He was supposed to try and raise her deceased brother. Bakura's talents were widely known and his talents had a high price, too. Ray paid $800 for his services. He never showed up at the meeting place and Ray never found him.
She now cringed at the mere thought of him and began to walk away from the little dent she made in the wall. Only one thing could ease her mind: taking it out on demons while slaying. The park was very close and was the first place she would search. The ground was illuminated by the full moon overhead. Oh, great. Werewolves tonight.
During the full moon period, Ray's mood always hit its low point. Werewolves were tiring to chase and annoying to kill. She could just kill them thus slaying the human, too. Very messy. Or, Ray could get a mage and go through the rituals of changing the wolf back to human. However, this took long and slayers usually have trouble with mages. Ugh. Her conscience must have hated her for using the first method often. Time to patrol the streets.
The night seemed endless and the slayer became jaded from her look out position on top of a warehouse. She leaped down from the second story and landed with skilled agility. Her walk home during the appending sunrise seemed unfulfilled. There were no dustings tonight. No werewolves either. It was a surprise. Was that good or bad?
Ray awkwardly followed the path to her childhood home. The street had a welcoming appearance to it. She approached her house and looked at it with lonely eyes. Ray had left after the tragedy without telling her parents. It was sad, Otogi and Rayota were just gone. Their parents had no idea where they were. It seemed wrong that Ray stay there since she thought it was her fault about Otogi. Luckily, the lost girl had come upon Caddilyn. Cay needed a new roommate and just wanted someone to pay half the rent for her dorm. Rayota found a place where she would not need to sign her name for anything. No one could find her, then. Not even her parents. A light flicked on behind the paint chipped window. She left.
The click of her room's door unlocking came as a happy sound to Ray. Caddilyn lay under a mass of blankets on her bed. In her black pajamas, Rayota fell fast asleep. The time from sunrise to 9 am was her sleeping time. In other words, do not disturb or die. Less than five minutes later, Caddilyn rose from her covers. The natural alarm clock that is dawn worked great for her once again. She walked up to Ray and poked her. "Awake yet?"
Ray grumbled back. "No, now leave me alone..." Rayota had evidentially not noticed Caddilyn's stained, shredded clothes.
"Okay, grumpy butt." The day had begun for the werewolf, but ended for the slayer. Cay left after ridding herself of the rags and bandaging her cuts.
Ray awoke and smacked her alarm clock. She had meetings today. No business, just talk. But first, she had to change. The dorm's washer was broken so she had no clothes. Caddilyn's grinning bunny shirt and matching shorts fit well. Jounouchi was to meet her at the bar four blocks over. He greeted Ray as she walked in and invited her next to him by gently patting the stool next to him. She gave a mechanical smile and sat down.
"What'll ya have?" asked a bartender.
"Double shot of ginger ale," Rayota responded.
"Chocolate milk fa me," Jouno added. He turned to her. "So, how did last night go, Ivory Slayer?"
"Hm, I didn't see anything."
"Really. Well, I was on the east side with my pack. We didn't see nuttin' either. Although, I would like to have a couple of them stakes ya got for extra protection." Ray weakly laughed. Jouno always teased her about her overly weaponed coat. Jounouchi was one of the few who knew Ray was a slayer. She had found him and his pack wondering the streets one night. Rayota pounced and Jouno recognized her. They were already friends and she understood his control of himself and his wolves. Jouno kept the werewolves from bothering humans and Ray proved to be a destroyer of the werewolves' enemy: vampires.
Rayota struck up another subject, "Did you see Caddilyn today?"
Yeah, "Jounouchi answered, "she stopped by before I came here." He had failed to mention her lycanthropy to Ray out of embarrassment. Plus, lupines were just a normal part of his life. They both received their drinks. Sipping and talking brought up the subject of s;aying and werewolves. Rayota finally had to leave to go meet someone else. She slap at 5 dollar bill on the bar counter and bid her good byes.
Malik's apartment required a taxi to get to it. He lived all the way across town. Ray arrived and rapped on his door. "Come in," Malik slurred.
She gave a little wave while stepping in. "Hi."
"Whoa, where's your bright white trench coat?" He flashed her a smile. She gave him a sarcastic grin. "Come here." A black leather couch completed the room's look. Crimson drapes hung by the window and black enveloped everything else. Malik some how made it look sexy, instead of gothic. The tight shirt on him made Ray's mind spin. You gotta love him; well, she did, anyway. Back to business.
"Did you notice any supernatural activity last night?" she asked.
"What, you mean between you and I there aren't enough slayers to watch the city?" he answered. "But, nothing for me."
"I talked to Jouno and he said there was nothing, also..."
"What?!" Malik interrupted. "You still talk to that filthy wolf. I hate them all – demons and lycanthropes. I kill them before caring."
Ray hated it when he stopped her while she talked. "He is able to control his actions and his followers. I know you are a great slayer, but right now, we have to figure out where everyone was last night."
Malik smirked and yawned. Ray caught a peak of his perfect abs as he stretched his arms and raised his shirt hem. She had a mental melt down. Her heart secretly sang for him every time she caught his gaze. His arrogance bugged the hell out of Ray sometimes. Their connection was strictly business, plus, he went out with Caddilyn. Although, a girl could dream...
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More on Bakura, Jouno, and Malik coming up. Yami shows up and so does Seto. Plus, don't worry, Yuugi pops in. Where were the demons last night? Okay, I am done for now. Review with ideas.