Hello minna-san...; uh...assuming that people still actually read this and
wait for me to update...gomen ne!!!! I really am! I meant to update, but I
first updated my other fic, then I started a Weiss Kreuz fic, then I just
got plain lazy. Please forgive me! [Bows down low to all readers and
reviewers] I thank your patients with much pocky and pixie sticks... [Throws
said objects out]...and now to give out some really long awaited thank yous:
Millennium: Wow...O.o...you left a lot of reviews...thank you! And yes you are right, Ryou is not the gentle hikari, I wanted to make him seem a lot colder and more vicious. Give him more of a vampiric edge. And it's good to know you could translate most of the Latin....I took Latin too, but I hated it...yes, I noticed too that Bakura lost his sense of sarcasm, but I found that it was a lot harder to write in sarcasm in these chapters, I'm sorry to say. I liked the sarcastic Bakura better...but thank you for leaving so many and so thoughtful reviews! [Gives Bakura vampire plushie with cookies]
Scarlet Oasis: A big thank you to you! You're very supportive of me, and I can't say how much I love you for that! [Glomps] And I read about you're computer on my other story...I hope you get yours fixed soon! Heh, marry me? I feel so loved! [Glomps again] Of course I would! We must have our children spread the word or Bakura and Ryou love! And we'll take over this world! Mwahahahaha!!! [Ahem] I mean...spread the love...yes. And Marik? Marik's dead...sad to say...he got fried like Kentucky's fried chicken wing...but not as yummy......anyways, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!! [Glomps one last time, give vamp Bakura and Ryou plushie hugging each other, and much pocky]
Misori Chan: I'm so glad to hear that you liked Sign of the Seer, and I try to limit the angst in this fic. I mean most of my fics are angst related, and well, there's needs to be one that lacks it a bit! Thank you! [Gives cookie and pocky]
IceFire3: Thank you! Sorry if it was a bit long, but glad to hear you think it beautiful... [Blushes...gives pixie sticks]
Osiris Lee: Thank you!! I really just needed to put in the fluff! I was on a fluff shortage...I was on the verge of fluff withdrawal. But I'm glad you're happy you got fluff...thank you! [Gives vamp Ryou plushie]
Darklore Wings: I'm terribly sorry for not updating...since forever...I've been terribly lazy...but I'm glad you like it...and I really love how you describe my story bittersweet. That was my aim. Thank you! [Gives cookie and pocky]
Ceri: Thank you! [Blush] Wow, I feel really flattered that you really like this fic. I'm also glad you found the title intriguing. I love vampires too. Or some aspects of vampires at least. I just think that Bakura and Ryou would make beautiful vampires. They almost seem to fit right into the roles too. Thank you! [Gives plushies of vamp Bakura and Ryou and cookies]
Mafdet-TK: Thank you! I'm glad you like the fic, and I can feel myself blushing at the fact that you find yourself speechless. [Gives pocky and pixie sticks]
My Goodness! [Fans self] I don't think I've blushed so many times thanking the reviewers! [Bows to all reviewers and reader] I feel so flattered! Thank you a lot! I know that you were all expecting a chapter on feudal Japan, but I realized one thing. I never really described how they travel by boat. So this chapter I'll describe how they're traveling. I hope it makes more sense when I write it out. Thank you all for being so patient...if you're still there that is...-.-
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, death, blood
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It's hard to think of us traveling isn't it? Two immortal creatures that cannot bare the slightest bit of sunlight, floating in a boat across the ocean. How do we do it? It's not very easy, I'll admit. I mean, it's not like we can just hide in the boat all day and hope we get steered in the right direction! For all we know we could drift to the opposite way we intended to go and be stranded on a deserted island with no blood to drink on!
Well first, I must educate you a bit more on how vampires work. First of all, we do not drink from mortals every night. As the years go by, the need for blood lessens. However, the more the blood and the more the years, the more powerful we become. Make sense? Need me to go slower? Moving on, when we are first made, the need to drink blood will drive us until our lust is quenched to a manageable demand. As we grow older, the blood stays in our system longer, thus the less of a need to drink.
However, blood lust never goes away. There will be times, when a vampire is too overpowered by their lust that it drives them to slaughter. Dozens, maybe even masses of mortals, drained to death so that blood lust burns no more. Lucky for us, most of us quench our lust before it become blood rage. When Ryou and I are on land, one full of people, we drink every night. It's like you mortals. You don't need to eat three meals a day, yet you do because you hunger for food. We drink every night because we lust for it. Not because we need it. Maybe you get it...most likely you don't. It's more of a vampire's heightened sense...like an acquired taste.
Now Ryou and I never have servants with us for too long. Sometimes they grow suspicious of us and our...unusual...habits. But normally they don't question us and we quite them with a bit of gold. We are generous to our servants...to ones that we don't kill that is...you see every once in awhile; we hire a servant that always looks around too much. That tries to find out more then they should...and well, we have no choice but to end their servitude...and, well, drain their blood as well...
So you see when we travel on boat, we can sustain ourselves without blood for awhile. A week, maybe a week and a half. But we must be careful and keep our blood lust under control or we'll be left with no crew to maintain us to our destination. Yet, back when boats and ships were steered with nothing more than wind and sails, a journey could not be made in a week and a half. So we had to have our supply of blood.
So you ask yourself, how can two vampires hide a supply of blood and make it seem not so suspicious to the crew. It's not very easy. It took both our minds to come up with such a brilliant plan. We disguised our blood as wine. It's not very easy to do, but we managed to dilute the blood to give it a more watery splash to it. It brought the color out lighter and to the crew it seemed as if we constantly dined on wine and nothing else. Nothing very suspicious, just rather odd. We kept them in numerous flasks, enough to sustain us for months if need be. Once in awhile if a sailor took sick, then we'd just help them on the way to death. Reopen an old wound or such. It wasn't very hard to make it seem as if they had died of sickness. Back then, it was common for sailors to die from whatever infested the ships, mainly from rats or perhaps even the lack of nutrients. Things were very different back then.
Now it was better to dilute the blood in our flasks with water, it masked the scent and the color very well and also stretched our amount as well. When blood is diluted in water, it makes it thinner, but still it is blood. Dining on the diluted blood may not have satisfied our hunger and lust as normal blood may have, but it sustained us. We had to do everything to disguise our selves, to make sure we weren't exposed and killed.
Our sleeping habits may have seemed odd, coming out only during the night, but we made up several excuses. It was our pale skin; it burned harshly in the sun. The night air did us better than the morning breeze did. It was custom for us in Egypt, where we were from. They believed us, perhaps because we really fooled them, or perhaps because we paid them enough gold for them to shut their mouths and to get us to our destinations. We didn't care.
Now surviving for weeks, maybe months in a ship, drinking only diluted blood and occasionally fresh blood, it makes it hard to look alive...not literally. Ryou was younger. He needed more to drink, more often. I could survive on less. Only in desperate times would be drink from each other. Only if we were desperate enough, we would track vermin on the ship and drink their blood. Anything. The crew always during the trip, when we came out to deck, they would gasp at our ghostly skin, our moonlit locks. They would aver their eyes from our glowing eyes of garnet and jade. We looked too beautiful to be real, too terrible. We were gorgeous, yet dangerous, sleek, yet rough on the edges. The crew shuddered at the touch of our icy skin and flinched away from our gazes. They would feel fear blossom in their chest whenever Ryou stared at them, his tongue wetting his lips as he pictured their blood, their fresh blood coursing in their veins. It was the seductive curve of his lips, the shine of his teeth, the luminescence of his skin that they feared. He was too perfect to be real.
There once was a painter that traveled with us for one of our many journeys. The night he was out, looking for inspiration he said, we too emerged from the depth of our cabins. We were draped in moonlight, seemingly glowing. Maybe he thought we looked like fallen angles, or perhaps it was our eyes that he loved, but he stared for so long and so intently we could not help but stare back as well. He asked us to pose for a portrait, one for himself, and possibly another for us, if we commissioned him. So he painted us, in the moonlight, he refused the sunlight. He said that the moonlight became us...how right he was. We paid him well for a portrait for both of us, he was only glad to paint us, capture us once more again in canvas.
I don't know much about art and such, but even I must admit he was good. He had captured the eerie shine of our skin, the icy fire in our eyes, the perfection that we epitomized. Moonlight shining around us like a halo, the sea churning, black and treacherous beyond us. Maybe he knew we were vampires, maybe he knew we weren't mortals, he knew something about us, yet he didn't seem frightened. He seemed more curious, wanting to know what secrets we knew, how our eyes danced with fire like ice. As we left him, we only have him a smile and he tipped his hat to us, bowing as if we were great lords.
We never saw him again, but one day as both Ryou and I were wandering down the galleries some centuries ago, we came upon a painting, a portrait. A series really. Many were of people, some in sunlight, some in moonlight. Some in fields of green, some in dreary deserts, or perhaps even a forest. Yet, the one that was framed in the center, perhaps the most intriguing one was of two pale beings with long sleek locks of silver, one taller than the other. Burning eyes of garnet and jade pierced through the viewer. The moonlight traced each delicate, perfect feature, their smooth noses, their reddened lips. Long fingers were winded around a smaller, frailer looking hand. Twined around each other in show of affection. Ryou took one look at our portrait and smiled and gently let his hand slip into mine and we left the gallery, thinking, remembering the enraptured face of that artist so long ago.
I don't remember his name now, all that I see and remember of him was that look of astonishment and awe. The pictures that so well portrayed us, one that hangs in our room even to this day. And the title of the portrait, the one that hung in the gallery. He had named it "Perfection Unknown". I also remembered what the description said underneath it.
"Painted in one of his travels across sea, it is said that he had encountered two beings so beautiful, so perfect that he had painted them in the moonlit night. He had said, as he revealed his greatest masterpiece, to this gallery, that he had "seen two angelic people that had fallen from above and had icy fire in their eyes. Two beings of perfection unknown to humanity, two beings those were not mortal for no mortal could hold such beauty. Two fallen angles finding their way home." It is unlikely that he had actually encountered such beings, but had perhaps seen such beauty in his dreams. It is unknown whether or not these people exist, but he had sworn on his soul that they did."
So that's what we were perfection unknown. Perhaps, yes we would wander around the earth, known little of, forgotten, but admired. It doesn't matter. After all, we are vampires. And vampires aren't meant to be found.
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Gomen ne if that was shorter than you expected it to be, and it was very random. I hope to post the next chapter of either this fic or my other one soon. Thank you all for being so patient! Please read and review! And until the next chapter, ja ne!
Millennium: Wow...O.o...you left a lot of reviews...thank you! And yes you are right, Ryou is not the gentle hikari, I wanted to make him seem a lot colder and more vicious. Give him more of a vampiric edge. And it's good to know you could translate most of the Latin....I took Latin too, but I hated it...yes, I noticed too that Bakura lost his sense of sarcasm, but I found that it was a lot harder to write in sarcasm in these chapters, I'm sorry to say. I liked the sarcastic Bakura better...but thank you for leaving so many and so thoughtful reviews! [Gives Bakura vampire plushie with cookies]
Scarlet Oasis: A big thank you to you! You're very supportive of me, and I can't say how much I love you for that! [Glomps] And I read about you're computer on my other story...I hope you get yours fixed soon! Heh, marry me? I feel so loved! [Glomps again] Of course I would! We must have our children spread the word or Bakura and Ryou love! And we'll take over this world! Mwahahahaha!!! [Ahem] I mean...spread the love...yes. And Marik? Marik's dead...sad to say...he got fried like Kentucky's fried chicken wing...but not as yummy......anyways, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!! [Glomps one last time, give vamp Bakura and Ryou plushie hugging each other, and much pocky]
Misori Chan: I'm so glad to hear that you liked Sign of the Seer, and I try to limit the angst in this fic. I mean most of my fics are angst related, and well, there's needs to be one that lacks it a bit! Thank you! [Gives cookie and pocky]
IceFire3: Thank you! Sorry if it was a bit long, but glad to hear you think it beautiful... [Blushes...gives pixie sticks]
Osiris Lee: Thank you!! I really just needed to put in the fluff! I was on a fluff shortage...I was on the verge of fluff withdrawal. But I'm glad you're happy you got fluff...thank you! [Gives vamp Ryou plushie]
Darklore Wings: I'm terribly sorry for not updating...since forever...I've been terribly lazy...but I'm glad you like it...and I really love how you describe my story bittersweet. That was my aim. Thank you! [Gives cookie and pocky]
Ceri: Thank you! [Blush] Wow, I feel really flattered that you really like this fic. I'm also glad you found the title intriguing. I love vampires too. Or some aspects of vampires at least. I just think that Bakura and Ryou would make beautiful vampires. They almost seem to fit right into the roles too. Thank you! [Gives plushies of vamp Bakura and Ryou and cookies]
Mafdet-TK: Thank you! I'm glad you like the fic, and I can feel myself blushing at the fact that you find yourself speechless. [Gives pocky and pixie sticks]
My Goodness! [Fans self] I don't think I've blushed so many times thanking the reviewers! [Bows to all reviewers and reader] I feel so flattered! Thank you a lot! I know that you were all expecting a chapter on feudal Japan, but I realized one thing. I never really described how they travel by boat. So this chapter I'll describe how they're traveling. I hope it makes more sense when I write it out. Thank you all for being so patient...if you're still there that is...-.-
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, death, blood
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It's hard to think of us traveling isn't it? Two immortal creatures that cannot bare the slightest bit of sunlight, floating in a boat across the ocean. How do we do it? It's not very easy, I'll admit. I mean, it's not like we can just hide in the boat all day and hope we get steered in the right direction! For all we know we could drift to the opposite way we intended to go and be stranded on a deserted island with no blood to drink on!
Well first, I must educate you a bit more on how vampires work. First of all, we do not drink from mortals every night. As the years go by, the need for blood lessens. However, the more the blood and the more the years, the more powerful we become. Make sense? Need me to go slower? Moving on, when we are first made, the need to drink blood will drive us until our lust is quenched to a manageable demand. As we grow older, the blood stays in our system longer, thus the less of a need to drink.
However, blood lust never goes away. There will be times, when a vampire is too overpowered by their lust that it drives them to slaughter. Dozens, maybe even masses of mortals, drained to death so that blood lust burns no more. Lucky for us, most of us quench our lust before it become blood rage. When Ryou and I are on land, one full of people, we drink every night. It's like you mortals. You don't need to eat three meals a day, yet you do because you hunger for food. We drink every night because we lust for it. Not because we need it. Maybe you get it...most likely you don't. It's more of a vampire's heightened sense...like an acquired taste.
Now Ryou and I never have servants with us for too long. Sometimes they grow suspicious of us and our...unusual...habits. But normally they don't question us and we quite them with a bit of gold. We are generous to our servants...to ones that we don't kill that is...you see every once in awhile; we hire a servant that always looks around too much. That tries to find out more then they should...and well, we have no choice but to end their servitude...and, well, drain their blood as well...
So you see when we travel on boat, we can sustain ourselves without blood for awhile. A week, maybe a week and a half. But we must be careful and keep our blood lust under control or we'll be left with no crew to maintain us to our destination. Yet, back when boats and ships were steered with nothing more than wind and sails, a journey could not be made in a week and a half. So we had to have our supply of blood.
So you ask yourself, how can two vampires hide a supply of blood and make it seem not so suspicious to the crew. It's not very easy. It took both our minds to come up with such a brilliant plan. We disguised our blood as wine. It's not very easy to do, but we managed to dilute the blood to give it a more watery splash to it. It brought the color out lighter and to the crew it seemed as if we constantly dined on wine and nothing else. Nothing very suspicious, just rather odd. We kept them in numerous flasks, enough to sustain us for months if need be. Once in awhile if a sailor took sick, then we'd just help them on the way to death. Reopen an old wound or such. It wasn't very hard to make it seem as if they had died of sickness. Back then, it was common for sailors to die from whatever infested the ships, mainly from rats or perhaps even the lack of nutrients. Things were very different back then.
Now it was better to dilute the blood in our flasks with water, it masked the scent and the color very well and also stretched our amount as well. When blood is diluted in water, it makes it thinner, but still it is blood. Dining on the diluted blood may not have satisfied our hunger and lust as normal blood may have, but it sustained us. We had to do everything to disguise our selves, to make sure we weren't exposed and killed.
Our sleeping habits may have seemed odd, coming out only during the night, but we made up several excuses. It was our pale skin; it burned harshly in the sun. The night air did us better than the morning breeze did. It was custom for us in Egypt, where we were from. They believed us, perhaps because we really fooled them, or perhaps because we paid them enough gold for them to shut their mouths and to get us to our destinations. We didn't care.
Now surviving for weeks, maybe months in a ship, drinking only diluted blood and occasionally fresh blood, it makes it hard to look alive...not literally. Ryou was younger. He needed more to drink, more often. I could survive on less. Only in desperate times would be drink from each other. Only if we were desperate enough, we would track vermin on the ship and drink their blood. Anything. The crew always during the trip, when we came out to deck, they would gasp at our ghostly skin, our moonlit locks. They would aver their eyes from our glowing eyes of garnet and jade. We looked too beautiful to be real, too terrible. We were gorgeous, yet dangerous, sleek, yet rough on the edges. The crew shuddered at the touch of our icy skin and flinched away from our gazes. They would feel fear blossom in their chest whenever Ryou stared at them, his tongue wetting his lips as he pictured their blood, their fresh blood coursing in their veins. It was the seductive curve of his lips, the shine of his teeth, the luminescence of his skin that they feared. He was too perfect to be real.
There once was a painter that traveled with us for one of our many journeys. The night he was out, looking for inspiration he said, we too emerged from the depth of our cabins. We were draped in moonlight, seemingly glowing. Maybe he thought we looked like fallen angles, or perhaps it was our eyes that he loved, but he stared for so long and so intently we could not help but stare back as well. He asked us to pose for a portrait, one for himself, and possibly another for us, if we commissioned him. So he painted us, in the moonlight, he refused the sunlight. He said that the moonlight became us...how right he was. We paid him well for a portrait for both of us, he was only glad to paint us, capture us once more again in canvas.
I don't know much about art and such, but even I must admit he was good. He had captured the eerie shine of our skin, the icy fire in our eyes, the perfection that we epitomized. Moonlight shining around us like a halo, the sea churning, black and treacherous beyond us. Maybe he knew we were vampires, maybe he knew we weren't mortals, he knew something about us, yet he didn't seem frightened. He seemed more curious, wanting to know what secrets we knew, how our eyes danced with fire like ice. As we left him, we only have him a smile and he tipped his hat to us, bowing as if we were great lords.
We never saw him again, but one day as both Ryou and I were wandering down the galleries some centuries ago, we came upon a painting, a portrait. A series really. Many were of people, some in sunlight, some in moonlight. Some in fields of green, some in dreary deserts, or perhaps even a forest. Yet, the one that was framed in the center, perhaps the most intriguing one was of two pale beings with long sleek locks of silver, one taller than the other. Burning eyes of garnet and jade pierced through the viewer. The moonlight traced each delicate, perfect feature, their smooth noses, their reddened lips. Long fingers were winded around a smaller, frailer looking hand. Twined around each other in show of affection. Ryou took one look at our portrait and smiled and gently let his hand slip into mine and we left the gallery, thinking, remembering the enraptured face of that artist so long ago.
I don't remember his name now, all that I see and remember of him was that look of astonishment and awe. The pictures that so well portrayed us, one that hangs in our room even to this day. And the title of the portrait, the one that hung in the gallery. He had named it "Perfection Unknown". I also remembered what the description said underneath it.
"Painted in one of his travels across sea, it is said that he had encountered two beings so beautiful, so perfect that he had painted them in the moonlit night. He had said, as he revealed his greatest masterpiece, to this gallery, that he had "seen two angelic people that had fallen from above and had icy fire in their eyes. Two beings of perfection unknown to humanity, two beings those were not mortal for no mortal could hold such beauty. Two fallen angles finding their way home." It is unlikely that he had actually encountered such beings, but had perhaps seen such beauty in his dreams. It is unknown whether or not these people exist, but he had sworn on his soul that they did."
So that's what we were perfection unknown. Perhaps, yes we would wander around the earth, known little of, forgotten, but admired. It doesn't matter. After all, we are vampires. And vampires aren't meant to be found.
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Gomen ne if that was shorter than you expected it to be, and it was very random. I hope to post the next chapter of either this fic or my other one soon. Thank you all for being so patient! Please read and review! And until the next chapter, ja ne!