Gomen nasi! [bows down repeatedly] I'm so very sorry for not updating,
but I have been just swamped, literally, but school work! I first had the
SAT's and now I have to study overtime for the finals! Not to mention I
have to bring my GPA up so that I can get back into National Honors
Society...I got booted out because of .02% difference in my GPA to their
standards! I'm not exaggerating! .02%! [Sigh] Anyways, so please excuse
me for my lack of updates! [Wails] So, now here is the next chapter and
now I must thank all the reviewers and reader who have been faithful to me.
I give to you all liberal amounts of pocky, plushies, and caffeine loaded
drinks. [throws out mentioned objects to all] I promise to update more
often when I'm out of school!
December jewel: Thank you!
Osiris Lee: I'm glad you think that...although it pains me to put Marik in a mean character, he got what he deserved. And I finally reviewed your story! Mwaha! !
Darklore Wings: I'm glad you think so; I had fun writing the part up about Marik flaming in the sun...it was fun...
Scarlet Oasis: I swear, when I go to college, I will splurge until I'm broke and buy every anime DVD I want. Especially Gravitation! [tears hair at not being able to see it] and yes, that can be subtle fluff you see there . Sorry about not updating, I was really taking my time this time...that sounds funny...
Jou: Oo...Solomon is kinda...hentai... [quirks eyebrow] interesting...in a bad way...
Ryuujitsu: [tsk, tsk] you should be doing your homework young lady... [laughs hysterically] like I'm doing any right now! Heh...yeah, my history notes are waiting for me...they call for me! They call!! [Ahem] I know, Marik may have been an artichoke head, but alas, he had to burst into flames...we mourn for his loss...artichoky-ness and all. [Grave moment of silence.] And on other note, I will tell myself not to listen to "Gay Bar" when reading my fic...I can see it produces some...odd side effects. I really can't wait to read Faust. It sounds so interesting and very original. It's not all gloom and doom about angels and demons...I assume. Anyways, don't be like me, write like the wind that blows on a windy day! The computer calls to you!!!! [I have now officially lost it]
Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru: Thanks!
Anyways, if the chapter is short or not very well written, please forgive me and I'll make it all up when vacation rolls around. So on with the story!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, blood, death, stuff...
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I hate the bastard more than anything. He made me feel failure and disappointment. He made me feel vulnerable, more than ever before. For days and nights, we just lay in bed, holding each other, listening to each other's breathing and heartbeats. We couldn't bear to be apart, it was too much. Ryou's hands were twined within mine, ivory against ivory. He would just lie there, barely moving. His eyes closed and hair twisting around his shoulders like the snakes of Medusa. I would let my fingers gently, softly trace over his face, capturing everything about him that I could. I had never been so close to losing something that meant so much to me. I was scared, and I didn't want anybody to ever find out my weakness.
In those nights and days, everything seemed to stop and time no longer seemed to exist. It was as if the world had disappeared from our room and we were the only beings alive. Ryou would once in awhile open those crystal like eyes of his and stare at me, studying me as I was him. We were afraid to lose each other again, not again.
You never know how much you will miss the person next to you until they're gone. I found that out the hard way and I don't think I've ever felt so abandoned. Even in my mortal life I was never alone. I had the sun, the sands, the winds; they were all a part of me. I now have Ryou with me and something about that makes it different.
I think Ryou knew that something like this was going to happen. The way he always searched for something in the fires or runes. He was always so frantic, so desperate for something, an answer. He looked lost, as if he had been abandoned by the powers and answer of the future. Sometimes he was frustrated, but now I didn't care about that. I only cared that he was here, in my arms. Long lashes resting on the ivory hued face, arms around me, liquid silver hair twined around his shoulders. The perfect image of an angel, of perfect beauty.
Sometimes I feared to touch him, it was as if by even the lightest of touches he would break and shatter. Of course watching him kill or go crazy with blood lust always changes my mind. Then, he's ferocious. Wild and ferocious. He almost scares me.
When we had finally taken the chance to rise from our dark room, it was the blood lust that commanded us to hunt. We were hungry and we needed the blood of humans. I remember, for some reason, that on that night the moon seemed to be so full, so rich. There was something about it that seemed to make the light brighten thrice fold. The moon seemed to make Ryou's skin glow, pale and smooth like the moon itself. His silken locks fell down his shoulders, like a cascading river of liquid silver. His eyes clear, crystal like, bright and almost glowing with hunger. His teeth glinted in the light and I smiled at him, knowing his hunger was tickling at his throat. So I just took his hand in mine and together we lurked in the shadows looking for a good drink.
I let Ryou have the first one, after all my hunger could wait. He looked up at me, slightly unsure, almost timid, almost as if saying, "Are you sure?" I just nodded and pushed him slightly and he just paused once more and made his way to the drunken man swaggering down the empty street, a bottle clutched in his hand as he murmured slurred words. Ryou coyly went up to him, tapping him on the arm; it seemed he was asking for directions. The drunk just looked at him, and gave a drunken smile and continued to speak to him, apparently nothing to do with directions.
It was then he struck. He leaned close and as a look of curious question passed by the unfocused eyes Ryou let his teeth slide into place while the other hand deftly crushed the bone at the neck. Before he could even utter another drunken sound, he was dead. Eyes were still open, yet they still retained that drunken unfocused haze. The hand still clutched at the bottle of wine, and from my distance I could still smell the sweet and bitter scent. Just as the body began to turn cold Ryou let go, hair tossed back as lips were stained with vibrant color. A satisfied smile animated his face as he let his tongue slowly move trace the full lips, licking up every last drop and smear. The body was flung into a dark alley close by and Ryou languidly came to me, something akin to the drunken man's happiness lighting his eyes. He let his arms twine around my neck, eyes half lidded. Smiling again he pressed his lips to mine, a kiss stained with the sweet drunken blood laced with the sweet bitterness of wine and mortal sweetness. I could smell the night air in Ryou's hair and my arms had somehow wrapped around Ryou's body, pulling it close to me.
I could feel the smooth skin under my hands, warmed yet still cool. Soft like the feathers of doves and in that softness I could feel the vampiric cold. I nipped at those full lips, feeling the pin pricks of blood just barely dotting his lips. I could feel the hunger lapping at my throat and succumbing to its lust, I let my teeth bite into his lips. Ryou simply pressed his mouth closer and let the sweet ambrosial blood fill my mouth, teasing my hunger. Soon that cut healed, leaving not even a trace and I let my mouth travel to his pale neck, inhaling the scent of moonlight and wind, the taste of blood laced wine still fresh on my tongue. Kissing the smooth skin and feeling the silken hair caress my cheeks, I smiled against his neck. He simply stirred before shifting, hair moving to the other side as he offered a more tantalizing piece of flesh. Biting into that neck I could feel the hunger drying my throat. The blood welled from that bite, I hadn't pierced a vein, after all I didn't want to drain him. I took just enough to let the lingering taste tingle my taste buds. Bittersweet wine mixed with the scent and taste of Ryou made an elixir that was deadly and addicting.
I could hear him take in a gasp, fingers gripping at my neck and locks of hair twisted in his fingers. As the bite healed over, I kissed it one last time before letting go. I leaned back on the damp wall to look at the dazed face of Ryou, taking in the half closed eyes that were hazed over. Touching his petal soft cheek, he seemed to awake again and he let out a soft noise of contentment, something like a purr I guess, and leaned into nuzzle at my neck. I relished the feeling of his smooth chilled skin touching my own and when we broke apart he took my hand once more in his. Smiling we went back to hunting again.
It was during that night, as we set out hunting and baiting mortals for their blood we began to live again. It was as if we had forgotten about Marik and let the new night signify a new life. It was. We left Europe; we wanted to get away from everything that reminded us of him. If it was to be a new life, it had to be blank, crisp, new. It had to do nothing with him and anything that reminded us of him. We set out to the ocean once more, to new lands that were yet to be founded by the Europeans. I think that this is one place that Ryou actually wanted to stay in, and so we did, we stayed there for a time. That was where we started a new life, and with the new life, came a new name for my druid priest; this is where he was named Ryou.
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., yes it's short, but I'm really sorry! I have absolutely no time at the moment. I have finals coming up starting Wednesday but I'll be finished with school on Friday! So please until then, bear with me while I tear my brain out and suffer from about a thousand nervous breakdowns. I really am under lots of pressure to do well this term and not fail life in high school. Gomen nasi again and I hope to update soon! Ja ne!
December jewel: Thank you!
Osiris Lee: I'm glad you think that...although it pains me to put Marik in a mean character, he got what he deserved. And I finally reviewed your story! Mwaha! !
Darklore Wings: I'm glad you think so; I had fun writing the part up about Marik flaming in the sun...it was fun...
Scarlet Oasis: I swear, when I go to college, I will splurge until I'm broke and buy every anime DVD I want. Especially Gravitation! [tears hair at not being able to see it] and yes, that can be subtle fluff you see there . Sorry about not updating, I was really taking my time this time...that sounds funny...
Jou: Oo...Solomon is kinda...hentai... [quirks eyebrow] interesting...in a bad way...
Ryuujitsu: [tsk, tsk] you should be doing your homework young lady... [laughs hysterically] like I'm doing any right now! Heh...yeah, my history notes are waiting for me...they call for me! They call!! [Ahem] I know, Marik may have been an artichoke head, but alas, he had to burst into flames...we mourn for his loss...artichoky-ness and all. [Grave moment of silence.] And on other note, I will tell myself not to listen to "Gay Bar" when reading my fic...I can see it produces some...odd side effects. I really can't wait to read Faust. It sounds so interesting and very original. It's not all gloom and doom about angels and demons...I assume. Anyways, don't be like me, write like the wind that blows on a windy day! The computer calls to you!!!! [I have now officially lost it]
Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru: Thanks!
Anyways, if the chapter is short or not very well written, please forgive me and I'll make it all up when vacation rolls around. So on with the story!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, blood, death, stuff...
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I hate the bastard more than anything. He made me feel failure and disappointment. He made me feel vulnerable, more than ever before. For days and nights, we just lay in bed, holding each other, listening to each other's breathing and heartbeats. We couldn't bear to be apart, it was too much. Ryou's hands were twined within mine, ivory against ivory. He would just lie there, barely moving. His eyes closed and hair twisting around his shoulders like the snakes of Medusa. I would let my fingers gently, softly trace over his face, capturing everything about him that I could. I had never been so close to losing something that meant so much to me. I was scared, and I didn't want anybody to ever find out my weakness.
In those nights and days, everything seemed to stop and time no longer seemed to exist. It was as if the world had disappeared from our room and we were the only beings alive. Ryou would once in awhile open those crystal like eyes of his and stare at me, studying me as I was him. We were afraid to lose each other again, not again.
You never know how much you will miss the person next to you until they're gone. I found that out the hard way and I don't think I've ever felt so abandoned. Even in my mortal life I was never alone. I had the sun, the sands, the winds; they were all a part of me. I now have Ryou with me and something about that makes it different.
I think Ryou knew that something like this was going to happen. The way he always searched for something in the fires or runes. He was always so frantic, so desperate for something, an answer. He looked lost, as if he had been abandoned by the powers and answer of the future. Sometimes he was frustrated, but now I didn't care about that. I only cared that he was here, in my arms. Long lashes resting on the ivory hued face, arms around me, liquid silver hair twined around his shoulders. The perfect image of an angel, of perfect beauty.
Sometimes I feared to touch him, it was as if by even the lightest of touches he would break and shatter. Of course watching him kill or go crazy with blood lust always changes my mind. Then, he's ferocious. Wild and ferocious. He almost scares me.
When we had finally taken the chance to rise from our dark room, it was the blood lust that commanded us to hunt. We were hungry and we needed the blood of humans. I remember, for some reason, that on that night the moon seemed to be so full, so rich. There was something about it that seemed to make the light brighten thrice fold. The moon seemed to make Ryou's skin glow, pale and smooth like the moon itself. His silken locks fell down his shoulders, like a cascading river of liquid silver. His eyes clear, crystal like, bright and almost glowing with hunger. His teeth glinted in the light and I smiled at him, knowing his hunger was tickling at his throat. So I just took his hand in mine and together we lurked in the shadows looking for a good drink.
I let Ryou have the first one, after all my hunger could wait. He looked up at me, slightly unsure, almost timid, almost as if saying, "Are you sure?" I just nodded and pushed him slightly and he just paused once more and made his way to the drunken man swaggering down the empty street, a bottle clutched in his hand as he murmured slurred words. Ryou coyly went up to him, tapping him on the arm; it seemed he was asking for directions. The drunk just looked at him, and gave a drunken smile and continued to speak to him, apparently nothing to do with directions.
It was then he struck. He leaned close and as a look of curious question passed by the unfocused eyes Ryou let his teeth slide into place while the other hand deftly crushed the bone at the neck. Before he could even utter another drunken sound, he was dead. Eyes were still open, yet they still retained that drunken unfocused haze. The hand still clutched at the bottle of wine, and from my distance I could still smell the sweet and bitter scent. Just as the body began to turn cold Ryou let go, hair tossed back as lips were stained with vibrant color. A satisfied smile animated his face as he let his tongue slowly move trace the full lips, licking up every last drop and smear. The body was flung into a dark alley close by and Ryou languidly came to me, something akin to the drunken man's happiness lighting his eyes. He let his arms twine around my neck, eyes half lidded. Smiling again he pressed his lips to mine, a kiss stained with the sweet drunken blood laced with the sweet bitterness of wine and mortal sweetness. I could smell the night air in Ryou's hair and my arms had somehow wrapped around Ryou's body, pulling it close to me.
I could feel the smooth skin under my hands, warmed yet still cool. Soft like the feathers of doves and in that softness I could feel the vampiric cold. I nipped at those full lips, feeling the pin pricks of blood just barely dotting his lips. I could feel the hunger lapping at my throat and succumbing to its lust, I let my teeth bite into his lips. Ryou simply pressed his mouth closer and let the sweet ambrosial blood fill my mouth, teasing my hunger. Soon that cut healed, leaving not even a trace and I let my mouth travel to his pale neck, inhaling the scent of moonlight and wind, the taste of blood laced wine still fresh on my tongue. Kissing the smooth skin and feeling the silken hair caress my cheeks, I smiled against his neck. He simply stirred before shifting, hair moving to the other side as he offered a more tantalizing piece of flesh. Biting into that neck I could feel the hunger drying my throat. The blood welled from that bite, I hadn't pierced a vein, after all I didn't want to drain him. I took just enough to let the lingering taste tingle my taste buds. Bittersweet wine mixed with the scent and taste of Ryou made an elixir that was deadly and addicting.
I could hear him take in a gasp, fingers gripping at my neck and locks of hair twisted in his fingers. As the bite healed over, I kissed it one last time before letting go. I leaned back on the damp wall to look at the dazed face of Ryou, taking in the half closed eyes that were hazed over. Touching his petal soft cheek, he seemed to awake again and he let out a soft noise of contentment, something like a purr I guess, and leaned into nuzzle at my neck. I relished the feeling of his smooth chilled skin touching my own and when we broke apart he took my hand once more in his. Smiling we went back to hunting again.
It was during that night, as we set out hunting and baiting mortals for their blood we began to live again. It was as if we had forgotten about Marik and let the new night signify a new life. It was. We left Europe; we wanted to get away from everything that reminded us of him. If it was to be a new life, it had to be blank, crisp, new. It had to do nothing with him and anything that reminded us of him. We set out to the ocean once more, to new lands that were yet to be founded by the Europeans. I think that this is one place that Ryou actually wanted to stay in, and so we did, we stayed there for a time. That was where we started a new life, and with the new life, came a new name for my druid priest; this is where he was named Ryou.
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., yes it's short, but I'm really sorry! I have absolutely no time at the moment. I have finals coming up starting Wednesday but I'll be finished with school on Friday! So please until then, bear with me while I tear my brain out and suffer from about a thousand nervous breakdowns. I really am under lots of pressure to do well this term and not fail life in high school. Gomen nasi again and I hope to update soon! Ja ne!