Ah, Gomen nasi!! I'm so sorry for the wait! I really did try to update
quickly, but I had so much stuff to do and instead of updating my fics I
made up a one-shot...heh...sorry. Anyways, please read on while I praise the
reviewers who have been kind and patient along with the readers...
Dreigon: There will be no lemon...yeah I'm kinda freaked to write one up and I doubt I'd be any good...*blush* heh, anyways, Ryou can talk, but he just likes to stay quiet. It's just sort of a preference.
Scarlet Oasis: thank you! I feel so loved; I'm on your author alert! *hides behind keyboard blushing* you're too nice! *glomps back* Actually Yami will not be coming out in this fic...not a lot of other characters will, but some will have to show up sooner or later ne? Anyways, other then that I'm not telling you anything! Mwaha! And I will run circles around you with my cryptic talk! Mwaha! *runs around in circles...kinda reminds me of that Ryuichi quote about getting stupid if you go around and around and around in circles...hehe...Ryuichi...* @.@...thank you...and I think this fic might extend a bit because I have a long period of time to go through...oi...
Osiris Lee: Yeah thank you...someone...I forget who said I was a bit vague or something so I added that little bit in there...and it makes sense, I mean come on! The not-so-dead guy is like 3000 years old or something! Heh, he's old...don't tell Baku-chan I said that..._
Ryuujitsu: *glomps a thousand times* you finished Eden's Rising!!! I love it!! *showers with sparkles, confetti, sugar, cookies, plushies, and all that good stuff* I love the ending sooo~ much! *squeal* *ahem* anyways, I would do feudal Japan but I might need to do some research on it...heh...sorry to say I don't know much about feudal Japan, but that's a great idea! Plus I do need a reason to how Ryou got his name...heh. Thank you for liking the cold blooded Ryou! Most people portray him as a wimpy person who always has Bakura to stand up to, but hey, he's an ass kicking vampire here, so watch it! Mwaha! And I guess you can see him as adorable...I think...*goes off to ponder about cold-blooded killing vampire Ryou as cuddly and adorable.* Anyways, thank you so much! *throws out plushie of vampire Ryou who is smiling in an adorable, cute, kawaii, way.*
Jou: Mwaha!!! I shall bring in pain and misery to my other fic with the power of this box!!! *sticks tongue out at Killer* nyah! *giggles insanely*
Nekomoongirl: Yeah I know, I was thinking about that quote when I was writing that part up, then I went to one of my friends at school and we were discussing that quote and I think I kinda scared one of them because I tend to be the quiet one...hehe...and they think I'm already insanely odd too...^_^ And I won't skip the middle ages or the renaissance, not to worry!
Duenna: Thank you! I love Gravitation, yet I've never seen an episode of it! I really want to see it and I really want to buy the DVD when it comes out...now the trick is how to do it without my parents knowing...that could be a problem...
Sorry if your review isn't in here, but for some reason my counter says 25 on my account and 27 in the ff.net story. It's really weird, so if your review is missing, sorry! And once more, I'm really sorry about the insanely long wait...or maybe it just seemed like a really long time for me, I don't know I was really busy. Anyways, on with the fic!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, blood, death...*drool* ***************************************************************** ***********************************
And so we spent our time with my creator, and those were nights I will never forget. We spent our days hunting, laughing, having fun any way a vampire could. I had never heard Ryou talk so much and I cherished the sound of his soft voice. It was quite beautiful to see Ryou and my creator in a debate, talking in animated voices that sometimes rose in great volume or fell to low secretive voices, smiles creeping on their lips. Hands and fingers flew in the air in wild gestures and sometimes they paced or twisted their bodies, it was like a dance. And as I watched them, sometimes involved other times just a spectator, I saw what true beauty was. It was the flickering flames that drew shadows on their pale faces, eyes gleaming with wild icy fire as they argued in playful banter, and it was the glint of our teeth, sharpened to perfection.
Like I said before, we hunted together, taking great fun in picking our victims and slowly becoming their shadows. Playing with their weak little minds...you never realize it but humans are so easy to kill, one quick twist of the neck, a stab at the heart, you have no claws, or teeth, or any defense mechanism all animals do and yet you all dominate the world. It is truly a wonder, no? When we hunted it was terrifying to see my creator kill, to hunt, to seduce those weak mortals. He had a ferocity that even Ryou didn't have, something so wild, so savage that I felt chills walk down my skin. His eyes would be closed, but when they were open when feeding...such life behind them, such brilliant fire! They were savage, cruel, cold, icy, anything that made you shiver. He was so brutal to those victims of his and he left their mutilated corpses behind, ripped and torn, cold blood staining the dirt. Ryou would watch in absolute rapt and I could see that fiery spirit in him wake, those emerald eyes grew bright and in the dark I could only think of him as a wild vicious cat.
Soon the time came when both Ryou and I grew restless and so we left. We sailed again, leaving behind my creator to his home and he gave us a last wave and was gone. We sailed to exotic lands we had never been to before, and finally we came upon to realize that times had changed much. No longer did Rome exist and no longer did idea of many Gods. Nevertheless we moved with the times as you would say and we melded into those dirty crowds of people. I guess this is what you mortals would know as the Middle Ages.
You know the whole, damsel in distress, knight in shining armor, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table...yeah right...I'll tell you what the Middle Ages were like...it stunk...literally. What the hell did you think? They had no hygiene back then! It was a crowd of dirty, dirt faced, pock marked bunch of sad people who walked around the world like they were afraid of their own shadows! I don't know where you all get the whole knight in shining armor thing, but I'll tell you, those knights knew nothing about washing their faces.
The Dark Ages were both amusing and disgusting. I think you get the disgusting part, but the amusing thing? They believed in witches. Yes and they thought they were the spawn of the Devil...who ever that might be...anyways, they had these live burnings where they thought that if they burned these 'witches' that they would be saved from evil and they could live happily ever after. I don't know how they thought they were witches, but hell; every day I swear they had a burning or a hanging. I would have enjoyed it more only if Ryou wasn't so upset about them. He confuses me, he kills without the slightest hesitation yet he cried over these 'witches'.
Did you know that vampires can cry? Well they do. Vampire tears are the most beautiful thing in the world. They are like drops of ice or crystal, clear and perfect. Even tough I hate it when Ryou cries; it only makes him more beautiful. Those drops of clear liquid run down his cheeks, sliding down the pale skin until the run down his neck and rush to meet the cloth, or sometimes they fall to the ground where they turn into ice...salty drops of ice. Vampire tears turn to ice once they touch the ground, and if one holds them in your hands they are like crystals, shining in the moon. Sometimes I will kiss away those tears when they slide down his face and savor those clear salty drops of liquid and try to soothe his invisible pain and let him cry into my shirt before we both fall asleep on the bed, locked in each other's embrace.
I'll be frank with you, I hated the Dark Ages, and they were boring, dirty, ignorant bumbling idiots. I certainly didn't agree with those saintly priests who preached about in screechy voices about the will of God and doomsday was going to be soon so we had to pray to God fifty times a day and be good little people and give up all our money to the fat king. I laughed at their faces and that didn't go so well...luckily we had enough and we both left. It was getting stupid anyways.
So we left England, where we were before and left for France. France wasn't any better I'll tell you; in fact it was more amusing. Ryou liked the country part of it and I'll admit it was nice to look at. Anyways, France was full of loony people...ever hear of Joan of Arc? Yeah, well I'll tell you that girl was not all in there. Hear the voice of God my ass! That girl must have been on something, but anyways, she goes on about hearing the voice of God and off she goes to save France's army. Funny thing was she actually did, but she died. Burned to the stake apparently...yeah, another 'witch'...the puny coward of the king didn't lift a finger even when she saved his scrawny pasty ass. I'll admit she had courage, but she was a bit out of it. Apparently she's a saint now...wonderful, once a witch now a saint.
I was never fond of this age all that much, but rather what was to come. I can tell you I had much fun for the next couple of decades, but it was also then my creators words came back to haunt me...his warning was about to come true and it was going to put everything I loved in danger. Even today I hate myself for being so ignorant, you see it was then I had met another vampire, another one of us. Like me he had come from the Egyptian sands, younger then both Ryou and me, yet somehow he held danger in his atmosphere. He had blonde hair that seemed to jump up in golden spikes and lightly barely tanned skin, but it was his eyes that made me alert. Narrowed eyes of lavender grey that always lazily challenged me, that always made me turn tense and every nerve in me screamed to hide away Ryou and I didn't. Ever fiber, very nerve in my brain told me to make him go away and abandon him, but like a fool I invited him to our travels and I shiver to even think about what was to come the moment I offered my hand to him in agreement of joining us.
You see it was in the markets when I sense something new, someone, another one of us. So I followed that aura, Ryou confused about my sudden urgency. It was at the square I saw him. Tall and lithe, but built with a strength that made me wary. Golden spikes that reached towards the skies in the oddest of fashions. Narrowed eyes of lavender grey that glared at me, slowly taking in my stature and face. Then his eyes skipped over to Ryou and it was in that gaze I saw something of a gleam in his eyes and a hunger that made me step in front of Ryou's small body.
"Who are you?"
His voice was cautious, low, too low for mortals to hear, but a purr in my ears. I felt disgust deep within my heart already.
"I am Bakura, and here is Ryou."
"You are his creator no?"
"Yes, and who are you?"
His name is one I will never forget, and when I dream at night as I tend to do like mortals, I have nightmares sometimes of his face, leering at me, his voice purring out quiet subtle insults and sneering at me while he stared at my Ryou with those hungry animalistic eyes of his.
"You may call me...Mariku..."
***************************************************************** ******************************* I'm so sorry that was rushed and everything, but I really wanted to type up this chapter a quickly as possible and I'm sorry it was really vague and bad, but I'll try to make it more detailed. This week is going to be hectic as well, I have prom on Friday night! Oh yeah! Anyways, please read and review and don't mind the crappiness of this chapter. Ja ne! ^_^
Dreigon: There will be no lemon...yeah I'm kinda freaked to write one up and I doubt I'd be any good...*blush* heh, anyways, Ryou can talk, but he just likes to stay quiet. It's just sort of a preference.
Scarlet Oasis: thank you! I feel so loved; I'm on your author alert! *hides behind keyboard blushing* you're too nice! *glomps back* Actually Yami will not be coming out in this fic...not a lot of other characters will, but some will have to show up sooner or later ne? Anyways, other then that I'm not telling you anything! Mwaha! And I will run circles around you with my cryptic talk! Mwaha! *runs around in circles...kinda reminds me of that Ryuichi quote about getting stupid if you go around and around and around in circles...hehe...Ryuichi...* @.@...thank you...and I think this fic might extend a bit because I have a long period of time to go through...oi...
Osiris Lee: Yeah thank you...someone...I forget who said I was a bit vague or something so I added that little bit in there...and it makes sense, I mean come on! The not-so-dead guy is like 3000 years old or something! Heh, he's old...don't tell Baku-chan I said that..._
Ryuujitsu: *glomps a thousand times* you finished Eden's Rising!!! I love it!! *showers with sparkles, confetti, sugar, cookies, plushies, and all that good stuff* I love the ending sooo~ much! *squeal* *ahem* anyways, I would do feudal Japan but I might need to do some research on it...heh...sorry to say I don't know much about feudal Japan, but that's a great idea! Plus I do need a reason to how Ryou got his name...heh. Thank you for liking the cold blooded Ryou! Most people portray him as a wimpy person who always has Bakura to stand up to, but hey, he's an ass kicking vampire here, so watch it! Mwaha! And I guess you can see him as adorable...I think...*goes off to ponder about cold-blooded killing vampire Ryou as cuddly and adorable.* Anyways, thank you so much! *throws out plushie of vampire Ryou who is smiling in an adorable, cute, kawaii, way.*
Jou: Mwaha!!! I shall bring in pain and misery to my other fic with the power of this box!!! *sticks tongue out at Killer* nyah! *giggles insanely*
Nekomoongirl: Yeah I know, I was thinking about that quote when I was writing that part up, then I went to one of my friends at school and we were discussing that quote and I think I kinda scared one of them because I tend to be the quiet one...hehe...and they think I'm already insanely odd too...^_^ And I won't skip the middle ages or the renaissance, not to worry!
Duenna: Thank you! I love Gravitation, yet I've never seen an episode of it! I really want to see it and I really want to buy the DVD when it comes out...now the trick is how to do it without my parents knowing...that could be a problem...
Sorry if your review isn't in here, but for some reason my counter says 25 on my account and 27 in the ff.net story. It's really weird, so if your review is missing, sorry! And once more, I'm really sorry about the insanely long wait...or maybe it just seemed like a really long time for me, I don't know I was really busy. Anyways, on with the fic!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, blood, death...*drool* ***************************************************************** ***********************************
And so we spent our time with my creator, and those were nights I will never forget. We spent our days hunting, laughing, having fun any way a vampire could. I had never heard Ryou talk so much and I cherished the sound of his soft voice. It was quite beautiful to see Ryou and my creator in a debate, talking in animated voices that sometimes rose in great volume or fell to low secretive voices, smiles creeping on their lips. Hands and fingers flew in the air in wild gestures and sometimes they paced or twisted their bodies, it was like a dance. And as I watched them, sometimes involved other times just a spectator, I saw what true beauty was. It was the flickering flames that drew shadows on their pale faces, eyes gleaming with wild icy fire as they argued in playful banter, and it was the glint of our teeth, sharpened to perfection.
Like I said before, we hunted together, taking great fun in picking our victims and slowly becoming their shadows. Playing with their weak little minds...you never realize it but humans are so easy to kill, one quick twist of the neck, a stab at the heart, you have no claws, or teeth, or any defense mechanism all animals do and yet you all dominate the world. It is truly a wonder, no? When we hunted it was terrifying to see my creator kill, to hunt, to seduce those weak mortals. He had a ferocity that even Ryou didn't have, something so wild, so savage that I felt chills walk down my skin. His eyes would be closed, but when they were open when feeding...such life behind them, such brilliant fire! They were savage, cruel, cold, icy, anything that made you shiver. He was so brutal to those victims of his and he left their mutilated corpses behind, ripped and torn, cold blood staining the dirt. Ryou would watch in absolute rapt and I could see that fiery spirit in him wake, those emerald eyes grew bright and in the dark I could only think of him as a wild vicious cat.
Soon the time came when both Ryou and I grew restless and so we left. We sailed again, leaving behind my creator to his home and he gave us a last wave and was gone. We sailed to exotic lands we had never been to before, and finally we came upon to realize that times had changed much. No longer did Rome exist and no longer did idea of many Gods. Nevertheless we moved with the times as you would say and we melded into those dirty crowds of people. I guess this is what you mortals would know as the Middle Ages.
You know the whole, damsel in distress, knight in shining armor, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table...yeah right...I'll tell you what the Middle Ages were like...it stunk...literally. What the hell did you think? They had no hygiene back then! It was a crowd of dirty, dirt faced, pock marked bunch of sad people who walked around the world like they were afraid of their own shadows! I don't know where you all get the whole knight in shining armor thing, but I'll tell you, those knights knew nothing about washing their faces.
The Dark Ages were both amusing and disgusting. I think you get the disgusting part, but the amusing thing? They believed in witches. Yes and they thought they were the spawn of the Devil...who ever that might be...anyways, they had these live burnings where they thought that if they burned these 'witches' that they would be saved from evil and they could live happily ever after. I don't know how they thought they were witches, but hell; every day I swear they had a burning or a hanging. I would have enjoyed it more only if Ryou wasn't so upset about them. He confuses me, he kills without the slightest hesitation yet he cried over these 'witches'.
Did you know that vampires can cry? Well they do. Vampire tears are the most beautiful thing in the world. They are like drops of ice or crystal, clear and perfect. Even tough I hate it when Ryou cries; it only makes him more beautiful. Those drops of clear liquid run down his cheeks, sliding down the pale skin until the run down his neck and rush to meet the cloth, or sometimes they fall to the ground where they turn into ice...salty drops of ice. Vampire tears turn to ice once they touch the ground, and if one holds them in your hands they are like crystals, shining in the moon. Sometimes I will kiss away those tears when they slide down his face and savor those clear salty drops of liquid and try to soothe his invisible pain and let him cry into my shirt before we both fall asleep on the bed, locked in each other's embrace.
I'll be frank with you, I hated the Dark Ages, and they were boring, dirty, ignorant bumbling idiots. I certainly didn't agree with those saintly priests who preached about in screechy voices about the will of God and doomsday was going to be soon so we had to pray to God fifty times a day and be good little people and give up all our money to the fat king. I laughed at their faces and that didn't go so well...luckily we had enough and we both left. It was getting stupid anyways.
So we left England, where we were before and left for France. France wasn't any better I'll tell you; in fact it was more amusing. Ryou liked the country part of it and I'll admit it was nice to look at. Anyways, France was full of loony people...ever hear of Joan of Arc? Yeah, well I'll tell you that girl was not all in there. Hear the voice of God my ass! That girl must have been on something, but anyways, she goes on about hearing the voice of God and off she goes to save France's army. Funny thing was she actually did, but she died. Burned to the stake apparently...yeah, another 'witch'...the puny coward of the king didn't lift a finger even when she saved his scrawny pasty ass. I'll admit she had courage, but she was a bit out of it. Apparently she's a saint now...wonderful, once a witch now a saint.
I was never fond of this age all that much, but rather what was to come. I can tell you I had much fun for the next couple of decades, but it was also then my creators words came back to haunt me...his warning was about to come true and it was going to put everything I loved in danger. Even today I hate myself for being so ignorant, you see it was then I had met another vampire, another one of us. Like me he had come from the Egyptian sands, younger then both Ryou and me, yet somehow he held danger in his atmosphere. He had blonde hair that seemed to jump up in golden spikes and lightly barely tanned skin, but it was his eyes that made me alert. Narrowed eyes of lavender grey that always lazily challenged me, that always made me turn tense and every nerve in me screamed to hide away Ryou and I didn't. Ever fiber, very nerve in my brain told me to make him go away and abandon him, but like a fool I invited him to our travels and I shiver to even think about what was to come the moment I offered my hand to him in agreement of joining us.
You see it was in the markets when I sense something new, someone, another one of us. So I followed that aura, Ryou confused about my sudden urgency. It was at the square I saw him. Tall and lithe, but built with a strength that made me wary. Golden spikes that reached towards the skies in the oddest of fashions. Narrowed eyes of lavender grey that glared at me, slowly taking in my stature and face. Then his eyes skipped over to Ryou and it was in that gaze I saw something of a gleam in his eyes and a hunger that made me step in front of Ryou's small body.
"Who are you?"
His voice was cautious, low, too low for mortals to hear, but a purr in my ears. I felt disgust deep within my heart already.
"I am Bakura, and here is Ryou."
"You are his creator no?"
"Yes, and who are you?"
His name is one I will never forget, and when I dream at night as I tend to do like mortals, I have nightmares sometimes of his face, leering at me, his voice purring out quiet subtle insults and sneering at me while he stared at my Ryou with those hungry animalistic eyes of his.
"You may call me...Mariku..."
***************************************************************** ******************************* I'm so sorry that was rushed and everything, but I really wanted to type up this chapter a quickly as possible and I'm sorry it was really vague and bad, but I'll try to make it more detailed. This week is going to be hectic as well, I have prom on Friday night! Oh yeah! Anyways, please read and review and don't mind the crappiness of this chapter. Ja ne! ^_^