Gomen, gomen, gomen! I'm sorry, but my internet was down for awhile so I
wasn't able to update! I just got it fixed again and so here I am writing
up the next chapter! Plus I'm really busy today I have two concerts and a
tutoring session, so I was really busy. So FORGIVE ME! ahem Anyways,
yes, the reviewers...
SilverWing147: Thank you!
Osiris Lee: Mmmmmmmm...melted chocolate...goes into chocolate daze...anyways, thank you! And will he? You'll just see!
Scarlet Oasis: heart, heart I say the same for you! glomps I absolutely love your stories and you! For that you deserve a plushie! Vampire Mariku plushie! Mwaha! Anyways, yeah I meant this to be a more humorous chapter, because I mean seriously, the Dark Ages were just nasty! And I was original! Mwaha! Thank you! ! I really want the Gravitation DVD's but I know my parents wouldn't want me to have them, they don't even know about ff.net, hehe...; and yeah, so that's out of the question. Hehe, did your mom really think Shuichi was a girl?! Heh, that's funny. Well, after all he does go into drag a couple of times .
Jou: Hehe, well talk about twists. Not to worry Killer, the box of pain shall come in handy soon!
Ragnarok Dragon: Thank you, that means a lot to me. I already read "Interview with the Vampire" but I'm going to go a different direction, after all I want to be original.
December Jewel: Thank you!
Ryuujitsu: gasp Jou-baka did not! Artichoke head?! faints from the pure horror of it complete with dramatic gasp, hand to forehead, and falling onto the cold hardwood floor Ow...xx...anyways, I loved the ending! It was just so wonderful! I don't care how long that was, it was definatly worth the wait! I'm glad you like my vampire tears; I thought the whole blood tears thing was over done in a way. Too much blood involved, and plus, what a pain to have bloody sweat, I mean you gotta change your shirt every time you get hot!! Well, I know have something to claim as my own, YOU HEAR?! VAMPIRE TEARS ARE MINE!! Well, only if they turn into ice that is...hehe...Bakura's voice is a bit modern, yes and it's mixed with a bit of old age stuff, so he's kinda out of wack...glances over to see Bakura- vampire with a large ax... I mean, he is too highly sophisticated and intellectual for us to under stand...yes that's it... and why does pretty Ryou cry? Um...goes back to read the chapter again Oh, right! Ryou cries for the dead burning witches! Why? Because technically his people were like witches, a different sect and cult and stuff, but still they both believe in magic...yes, sad, sad, weep, weep. And yes, Mariku will be bad news...very bad news, and he does not know who Malik is at all...hehe...and the accent? Weird...I didn't really think that it was possible to have that kind of accent, but I guess it is...does it sound pretty at all or is it just plain weird? Anyways, um...hope you enjoy the chapter?
Duenna: No Mariku will not kill Ryou, and he doesn't know Malik. Thank you!
Lokogato1: Hm...not that I know of, I only based some ideas of vampire of the fic, but the very basics, the whole "can't go out in sunlight and vampire drink blood and other vampires are made by drinking the blood of the creator" thing, but that is pretty much everybody knows it stuff. I'm just saying I think Anne Rice is one of the few actual authors who write a novel on it.
Um...so now...on with the fic?
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, blood, dying, death, all that good stuff and some.
The first question I should have asked myself was what was another vampire doing in the middle of the renaissance? I guess he was just milling around, perhaps looking for another vampire, but he was there and I don't think I have ever done a more stupid thing in my life. I didn't admit it then, but it's only now that I realize that I was scared. There was something in that overly confident predatory gaze that made me clench my hands to stop them from shaking. I don't know, but somehow we ended up traveling together. All three of us, me, Ryou, and Mariku. It was only later, actually a couple of nights after, I wanted him to go away, but I had no reason to make him. He did nothing; he hunted with us, traveled with us, and was in every way a part of us. Actually the reason I wanted him to leave was because of the way he looked at Ryou. He had that predatory light in his eyes, one that gleamed and mocked. He would stare at Ryou; just stare like he was drinking in the perfect face of my Ryou. I don't know if he felt it, I couldn't tell, but I knew he felt something in the atmosphere.
There would be days when Ryou refused to part from me, clinging to my arm with wide eyes, like a child afraid of the dark. His emerald eyes would be fixed on Mariku's and I could feel his heart beating like the wild drum in the forest. Then other days he would be cold and silent, going out at night alone, coming back, reeking of death. Blood would stain his lips, his hair, his clothes and I would carefully wash away those stains, changing his clothes so that he was pristine and clean once more. I knew that Mariku was nothing but trouble, and perhaps in the far distant corner of my mind I could hear my creator's words, but I was too stubborn, too defending to listen to them.
I would do whatever I could; I would make sure that Ryou was always at my side, always where I could see him. If not, I was always aware where he went, and I never let him fully disappear. I would sometimes catch Mariku staring at Ryou's face, fire akin in his eyes, or perhaps a lingering touch from smoothing away the long tresses. Ryou would flinch away then and automatically move to my lap, head resting on my shoulder. Then Mariku would glare at me, hate and contempt burning in his eyes, challenging me, and I would hiss back at him. Sometimes I could catch him staring at me, glaring at me with those smoldering lavender grey eyes as if he was imagining, plotting something.
It was during this time that Ryou began to feverishly work his ancient magic once more, constantly, every night he would gaze into the flames or perhaps draw symbols and runes on the dirt. He would stare up at the moon and wander away into the woodier parts, chanting and singing in a haunting voice that echoed in the night air, slowly ghosting through my body. Every night, ritually, he would look for something, anything that was yet unforeseen and every night he would hiss in frustration and vent it out. An angry Ryou was quiet a sight. Eyes bright and glowing as his silvery locks whipped around him, tangling themselves into rough knots as his pale skin took on a pale rosy glow. When he was done with his tantrum he would lie in bed, head on my lap, tired and restless at the same time. I would soothe him, brush away those knots and gently lull him to sleep, letting him calm before the sun came up.
One day he had been looking at the runes he had drawn on the ground and he turned to me, eyes calm and serene. He quietly took my hand in his and let his icy lips touch my fingers, kissing each bony limb once then twice. He then looked up at me and tears gathered at his eyes, sliding down his pale face. I could hear the delicate clink of the icy crystals as they hit floor and I kissed away his tears, slowly. I smoothed away his pure locks and brought him home, letting him lie on our bed, head on my lap. He made me nervous, and as I carefully smoothed away his locks I only hoped that he had seen something that would.
It happened the next night; Ryou was out hunting once more, he had gone onto another trance like state where only a massive kill would bring him back. I waited as I usually did and it was only near dawn that I realized that something was missing. Ryou wasn't back and the house was quiet. Not a single breathe of air was heard and no one else was in the house. I panicked. Ryou was gone, Mariku was gone, and it was near dawn. I did the first irrational thing that came into my mind, I went out. Actually I never got past the door. I could almost feel the nonexistent rays of sun, just ready to touch upon the earth and I felt my skin turn hot and I felt as if I was on fire. Liquid fire seemed to run through my veins, so I had to turn back and hide away. I had to sleep the morning away and the moment the sun sank far below the horizon, I was out.
I tore through the streets, the squares, the market places, and I saw nothing, heard nothing. I was snarling under my breath, cursing at the bastard that took away my Ryou. I had a quick drink before I searched again. I was growing desperate when I heard a familiar voice in my head. Not that of my creator, but that of a cruel cold voice. A mocking tone that taunted at me.
'Oh Bakura...figure out what happened yet?'
'Bastard! Where's Ryou?'
'Right by my side, he's such a pretty thing isn't he? Pretty little Ryou, he's very pretty no? Those pretty green eyes and pretty silver hair...he'd be so nice to ravish wouldn't he be Bakura?'
'He's not yours! He never was yours! Where is he?! What did you do to him?!'
'Patience was never your strong point now was it Bakura? Follow my voice, it's that simple...'
'You touch one hair on Ryou and I swear I'll disembowel you and leave you to burn in the sun! You hear me bastard? I'LL KILL YOU!'
'Now, now Bakura, remember who Ryou's with right now...one wrong move or word and I could hurt your precious Ryou'
'Bastard...'
'Tsk, tsk, you don't want your precious Ryou hurt now do you?'
He ended his little message with a chuckle left my mind. By this point in time I was furious, no, more like I was angry enough to demolish all the buildings just to find where that bastard was. I followed his voice like he wanted me too and it led into an underground hall, doors that led to different rooms. I could sense Ryou was near, and where ever Ryou was, Mariku was going to be near too. Terror and anger gave me more strength than before. I tore open each door and found each room empty. It was then I heard that maddening voice once more.
'Give up yet Bakura? Perhaps you just want to give Ryou up?'
'Where are you?!'
'You're almost there Bakura; why don't you continue your little escapade and you'll find me and your precious Ryou...did you know that his blood tastes so sweet? Just like honey...'
'You DRANK from him?!'
I shrieked, furious, horrified, and I ran down the length of the hall until I came to the door that I was certain contained him. I shook at the door and no matter how hard I rammed at it, the lock was stronger than the rest. I could hear from the cell cold laughter. I screamed and shrieked and clawed at the door, my fists were bloody and raw. The harder I tried the harder he laughed and as I sat by the wooden door, I could feel desperation sweep through my body. I was tired, battered, and I felt guilt at falling for a trap, for letting Ryou get caught, for putting him in harm.
"Oh, Bakura! Have you stopped trying? Have you given up? You better hurry if you want to save your Ryou!"
With anger at that taunting voice I threw my body against the door, again and again and again and finally as I heard the lock give away I stumbled into the cell. There he sat, smug and laughing at my pitiful state. In his arms lay my Ryou. Ryou who lay limp and pale, whose eyes were closed and silvery hair thrown over Mariku's lap. My Ryou whose pale neck was marred by bite marks and I could see each vein in his neck, the pale lavender and blue, barely pulsing with enough blood to keep him alive. I saw the small rise of his chest, each accompanied by a small pant. Mariku smiled at me mockingly and let his lips brush against Ryou's.
"He's beautiful isn't Bakura? Quiet a sight."
He kissed those full lips and moved down to kiss his marred neck. I could hear a soft moan as Mariku shifted the body. All I could see was blood red. I wanted him dead, I wanted him to suffer and burn the sunlight. I wanted to see him screaming in pain and agony as I laughed. But all I could do was kneel on my knees and growl at him. All the anger in me made my vision weak and I couldn't think straight. I don't know what I said, but all I know was that in the blink of an eye Mariku was on the floor no longer laughing and Ryou lay still in a corner. A thin line of blood made its way down his chin and a dark fury crossed his face. Before I knew it he had hit me back and while I was still reeling from the impact of his blow he landed another and another. So I fought back, punching, kicking, clawing, anything I could do to cause him pain. He fought back just as hard, and I don't know how long we fought but by the time we separated and circled each other, we were both tired. He lunged at me and I kicked him back so he flew onto another door. I pinned him there and fought back ramming his body against it repeatedly, just as my body had done in my desperate search.
It was then I heard a crack of the wood and we both feel into another room, only this time there was a window and the sun was rising. I could feel the same searing hotness race across my skin but only this time more intense. A scream beside me told me he felt it too and desperately I crawled to the door. I could feel my skin burning and as I inched towards it I felt a hand clamp onto my leg, dragging me towards the sun. I hissed and kicked and finally he let go. I turned back to see him there, squirming screaming in the sun. He turned his lavender grey eyes on me and he looked torn between asking me for help and cursing me into oblivion. I just closed the door, but that didn't stop the screaming. I relished in his screams, I drank them in like wine. It felt good to hear him scream at the mercy of the sun and as his screams died to silence it was only then I remembered my Ryou.
I lifted his frail body to my lap, stroking the skin that seemed too icy to my touch. I placed feather light kisses onto his face, but still he remained still. I screamed his name, shook him and it finally recurred to me he needed blood. I tore at my own wrist and smeared his lips with it, painting them a dark crimson. I pried his mouth open and let a few drops touch his tongue. A low moan was all I needed to hear and I pressed my wrist to his mouth.
"Come on Ryou, drink."
I urge him to drink and slowly I felt his tongue flick over my wound, and soon he was drinking from me like I was a victim. I only pulled away when I felt lightheaded and soon Ryou opened his eyes. I don't know how I looked, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't nice. I could feel burns, scratches, gashes, dried blood on my skin and I could feel my muscles scream in pain as I sat down. The first thing Ryou did was launch himself to my very sore, very tired, very hurt body and placed upon my lips a kiss. Then of course all pain vanished...momentarily at least. He kissed me over and over until finally when he stopped I felt very dazed. He was crying again, but I only wiped away his tears and laughed.
It was only later that day, when both of us were in bed, dawn just at our feet, that I realized how much I could have just lost. In our underground room where only candles were lit, I was lying there, brushing at Ryou's moonlit locks and softly I wondered to myself what would have happened if I failed, if I had died, if Ryou was left to Mariku. I finally realized how scared I was at the prospect of losing Ryou and I just looked down at that perfect face, drinking in the look of sleepy innocence and quietly I vowed to myself to never let that happen again. I almost lost him once; I would never do it again.
Crappy...shit...sorry about that. This was both typed up late at night, and kinda in a rush. I hit a type of writers block on what to write, and kinda didn't come out all that well. Sorry about that. Well, I'm going to go off and try to update my other story soon; please read and review, and once more I apologize for the awful chapter. I'll try to pick up the plot and style, but please bear with me for now. Until the next chapter, ja ne!
SilverWing147: Thank you!
Osiris Lee: Mmmmmmmm...melted chocolate...goes into chocolate daze...anyways, thank you! And will he? You'll just see!
Scarlet Oasis: heart, heart I say the same for you! glomps I absolutely love your stories and you! For that you deserve a plushie! Vampire Mariku plushie! Mwaha! Anyways, yeah I meant this to be a more humorous chapter, because I mean seriously, the Dark Ages were just nasty! And I was original! Mwaha! Thank you! ! I really want the Gravitation DVD's but I know my parents wouldn't want me to have them, they don't even know about ff.net, hehe...; and yeah, so that's out of the question. Hehe, did your mom really think Shuichi was a girl?! Heh, that's funny. Well, after all he does go into drag a couple of times .
Jou: Hehe, well talk about twists. Not to worry Killer, the box of pain shall come in handy soon!
Ragnarok Dragon: Thank you, that means a lot to me. I already read "Interview with the Vampire" but I'm going to go a different direction, after all I want to be original.
December Jewel: Thank you!
Ryuujitsu: gasp Jou-baka did not! Artichoke head?! faints from the pure horror of it complete with dramatic gasp, hand to forehead, and falling onto the cold hardwood floor Ow...xx...anyways, I loved the ending! It was just so wonderful! I don't care how long that was, it was definatly worth the wait! I'm glad you like my vampire tears; I thought the whole blood tears thing was over done in a way. Too much blood involved, and plus, what a pain to have bloody sweat, I mean you gotta change your shirt every time you get hot!! Well, I know have something to claim as my own, YOU HEAR?! VAMPIRE TEARS ARE MINE!! Well, only if they turn into ice that is...hehe...Bakura's voice is a bit modern, yes and it's mixed with a bit of old age stuff, so he's kinda out of wack...glances over to see Bakura- vampire with a large ax... I mean, he is too highly sophisticated and intellectual for us to under stand...yes that's it... and why does pretty Ryou cry? Um...goes back to read the chapter again Oh, right! Ryou cries for the dead burning witches! Why? Because technically his people were like witches, a different sect and cult and stuff, but still they both believe in magic...yes, sad, sad, weep, weep. And yes, Mariku will be bad news...very bad news, and he does not know who Malik is at all...hehe...and the accent? Weird...I didn't really think that it was possible to have that kind of accent, but I guess it is...does it sound pretty at all or is it just plain weird? Anyways, um...hope you enjoy the chapter?
Duenna: No Mariku will not kill Ryou, and he doesn't know Malik. Thank you!
Lokogato1: Hm...not that I know of, I only based some ideas of vampire of the fic, but the very basics, the whole "can't go out in sunlight and vampire drink blood and other vampires are made by drinking the blood of the creator" thing, but that is pretty much everybody knows it stuff. I'm just saying I think Anne Rice is one of the few actual authors who write a novel on it.
Um...so now...on with the fic?
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, blood, dying, death, all that good stuff and some.
The first question I should have asked myself was what was another vampire doing in the middle of the renaissance? I guess he was just milling around, perhaps looking for another vampire, but he was there and I don't think I have ever done a more stupid thing in my life. I didn't admit it then, but it's only now that I realize that I was scared. There was something in that overly confident predatory gaze that made me clench my hands to stop them from shaking. I don't know, but somehow we ended up traveling together. All three of us, me, Ryou, and Mariku. It was only later, actually a couple of nights after, I wanted him to go away, but I had no reason to make him. He did nothing; he hunted with us, traveled with us, and was in every way a part of us. Actually the reason I wanted him to leave was because of the way he looked at Ryou. He had that predatory light in his eyes, one that gleamed and mocked. He would stare at Ryou; just stare like he was drinking in the perfect face of my Ryou. I don't know if he felt it, I couldn't tell, but I knew he felt something in the atmosphere.
There would be days when Ryou refused to part from me, clinging to my arm with wide eyes, like a child afraid of the dark. His emerald eyes would be fixed on Mariku's and I could feel his heart beating like the wild drum in the forest. Then other days he would be cold and silent, going out at night alone, coming back, reeking of death. Blood would stain his lips, his hair, his clothes and I would carefully wash away those stains, changing his clothes so that he was pristine and clean once more. I knew that Mariku was nothing but trouble, and perhaps in the far distant corner of my mind I could hear my creator's words, but I was too stubborn, too defending to listen to them.
I would do whatever I could; I would make sure that Ryou was always at my side, always where I could see him. If not, I was always aware where he went, and I never let him fully disappear. I would sometimes catch Mariku staring at Ryou's face, fire akin in his eyes, or perhaps a lingering touch from smoothing away the long tresses. Ryou would flinch away then and automatically move to my lap, head resting on my shoulder. Then Mariku would glare at me, hate and contempt burning in his eyes, challenging me, and I would hiss back at him. Sometimes I could catch him staring at me, glaring at me with those smoldering lavender grey eyes as if he was imagining, plotting something.
It was during this time that Ryou began to feverishly work his ancient magic once more, constantly, every night he would gaze into the flames or perhaps draw symbols and runes on the dirt. He would stare up at the moon and wander away into the woodier parts, chanting and singing in a haunting voice that echoed in the night air, slowly ghosting through my body. Every night, ritually, he would look for something, anything that was yet unforeseen and every night he would hiss in frustration and vent it out. An angry Ryou was quiet a sight. Eyes bright and glowing as his silvery locks whipped around him, tangling themselves into rough knots as his pale skin took on a pale rosy glow. When he was done with his tantrum he would lie in bed, head on my lap, tired and restless at the same time. I would soothe him, brush away those knots and gently lull him to sleep, letting him calm before the sun came up.
One day he had been looking at the runes he had drawn on the ground and he turned to me, eyes calm and serene. He quietly took my hand in his and let his icy lips touch my fingers, kissing each bony limb once then twice. He then looked up at me and tears gathered at his eyes, sliding down his pale face. I could hear the delicate clink of the icy crystals as they hit floor and I kissed away his tears, slowly. I smoothed away his pure locks and brought him home, letting him lie on our bed, head on my lap. He made me nervous, and as I carefully smoothed away his locks I only hoped that he had seen something that would.
It happened the next night; Ryou was out hunting once more, he had gone onto another trance like state where only a massive kill would bring him back. I waited as I usually did and it was only near dawn that I realized that something was missing. Ryou wasn't back and the house was quiet. Not a single breathe of air was heard and no one else was in the house. I panicked. Ryou was gone, Mariku was gone, and it was near dawn. I did the first irrational thing that came into my mind, I went out. Actually I never got past the door. I could almost feel the nonexistent rays of sun, just ready to touch upon the earth and I felt my skin turn hot and I felt as if I was on fire. Liquid fire seemed to run through my veins, so I had to turn back and hide away. I had to sleep the morning away and the moment the sun sank far below the horizon, I was out.
I tore through the streets, the squares, the market places, and I saw nothing, heard nothing. I was snarling under my breath, cursing at the bastard that took away my Ryou. I had a quick drink before I searched again. I was growing desperate when I heard a familiar voice in my head. Not that of my creator, but that of a cruel cold voice. A mocking tone that taunted at me.
'Oh Bakura...figure out what happened yet?'
'Bastard! Where's Ryou?'
'Right by my side, he's such a pretty thing isn't he? Pretty little Ryou, he's very pretty no? Those pretty green eyes and pretty silver hair...he'd be so nice to ravish wouldn't he be Bakura?'
'He's not yours! He never was yours! Where is he?! What did you do to him?!'
'Patience was never your strong point now was it Bakura? Follow my voice, it's that simple...'
'You touch one hair on Ryou and I swear I'll disembowel you and leave you to burn in the sun! You hear me bastard? I'LL KILL YOU!'
'Now, now Bakura, remember who Ryou's with right now...one wrong move or word and I could hurt your precious Ryou'
'Bastard...'
'Tsk, tsk, you don't want your precious Ryou hurt now do you?'
He ended his little message with a chuckle left my mind. By this point in time I was furious, no, more like I was angry enough to demolish all the buildings just to find where that bastard was. I followed his voice like he wanted me too and it led into an underground hall, doors that led to different rooms. I could sense Ryou was near, and where ever Ryou was, Mariku was going to be near too. Terror and anger gave me more strength than before. I tore open each door and found each room empty. It was then I heard that maddening voice once more.
'Give up yet Bakura? Perhaps you just want to give Ryou up?'
'Where are you?!'
'You're almost there Bakura; why don't you continue your little escapade and you'll find me and your precious Ryou...did you know that his blood tastes so sweet? Just like honey...'
'You DRANK from him?!'
I shrieked, furious, horrified, and I ran down the length of the hall until I came to the door that I was certain contained him. I shook at the door and no matter how hard I rammed at it, the lock was stronger than the rest. I could hear from the cell cold laughter. I screamed and shrieked and clawed at the door, my fists were bloody and raw. The harder I tried the harder he laughed and as I sat by the wooden door, I could feel desperation sweep through my body. I was tired, battered, and I felt guilt at falling for a trap, for letting Ryou get caught, for putting him in harm.
"Oh, Bakura! Have you stopped trying? Have you given up? You better hurry if you want to save your Ryou!"
With anger at that taunting voice I threw my body against the door, again and again and again and finally as I heard the lock give away I stumbled into the cell. There he sat, smug and laughing at my pitiful state. In his arms lay my Ryou. Ryou who lay limp and pale, whose eyes were closed and silvery hair thrown over Mariku's lap. My Ryou whose pale neck was marred by bite marks and I could see each vein in his neck, the pale lavender and blue, barely pulsing with enough blood to keep him alive. I saw the small rise of his chest, each accompanied by a small pant. Mariku smiled at me mockingly and let his lips brush against Ryou's.
"He's beautiful isn't Bakura? Quiet a sight."
He kissed those full lips and moved down to kiss his marred neck. I could hear a soft moan as Mariku shifted the body. All I could see was blood red. I wanted him dead, I wanted him to suffer and burn the sunlight. I wanted to see him screaming in pain and agony as I laughed. But all I could do was kneel on my knees and growl at him. All the anger in me made my vision weak and I couldn't think straight. I don't know what I said, but all I know was that in the blink of an eye Mariku was on the floor no longer laughing and Ryou lay still in a corner. A thin line of blood made its way down his chin and a dark fury crossed his face. Before I knew it he had hit me back and while I was still reeling from the impact of his blow he landed another and another. So I fought back, punching, kicking, clawing, anything I could do to cause him pain. He fought back just as hard, and I don't know how long we fought but by the time we separated and circled each other, we were both tired. He lunged at me and I kicked him back so he flew onto another door. I pinned him there and fought back ramming his body against it repeatedly, just as my body had done in my desperate search.
It was then I heard a crack of the wood and we both feel into another room, only this time there was a window and the sun was rising. I could feel the same searing hotness race across my skin but only this time more intense. A scream beside me told me he felt it too and desperately I crawled to the door. I could feel my skin burning and as I inched towards it I felt a hand clamp onto my leg, dragging me towards the sun. I hissed and kicked and finally he let go. I turned back to see him there, squirming screaming in the sun. He turned his lavender grey eyes on me and he looked torn between asking me for help and cursing me into oblivion. I just closed the door, but that didn't stop the screaming. I relished in his screams, I drank them in like wine. It felt good to hear him scream at the mercy of the sun and as his screams died to silence it was only then I remembered my Ryou.
I lifted his frail body to my lap, stroking the skin that seemed too icy to my touch. I placed feather light kisses onto his face, but still he remained still. I screamed his name, shook him and it finally recurred to me he needed blood. I tore at my own wrist and smeared his lips with it, painting them a dark crimson. I pried his mouth open and let a few drops touch his tongue. A low moan was all I needed to hear and I pressed my wrist to his mouth.
"Come on Ryou, drink."
I urge him to drink and slowly I felt his tongue flick over my wound, and soon he was drinking from me like I was a victim. I only pulled away when I felt lightheaded and soon Ryou opened his eyes. I don't know how I looked, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't nice. I could feel burns, scratches, gashes, dried blood on my skin and I could feel my muscles scream in pain as I sat down. The first thing Ryou did was launch himself to my very sore, very tired, very hurt body and placed upon my lips a kiss. Then of course all pain vanished...momentarily at least. He kissed me over and over until finally when he stopped I felt very dazed. He was crying again, but I only wiped away his tears and laughed.
It was only later that day, when both of us were in bed, dawn just at our feet, that I realized how much I could have just lost. In our underground room where only candles were lit, I was lying there, brushing at Ryou's moonlit locks and softly I wondered to myself what would have happened if I failed, if I had died, if Ryou was left to Mariku. I finally realized how scared I was at the prospect of losing Ryou and I just looked down at that perfect face, drinking in the look of sleepy innocence and quietly I vowed to myself to never let that happen again. I almost lost him once; I would never do it again.
Crappy...shit...sorry about that. This was both typed up late at night, and kinda in a rush. I hit a type of writers block on what to write, and kinda didn't come out all that well. Sorry about that. Well, I'm going to go off and try to update my other story soon; please read and review, and once more I apologize for the awful chapter. I'll try to pick up the plot and style, but please bear with me for now. Until the next chapter, ja ne!