Ohayo minna-san! I'm back again! I know there was a week delay, but I needed a week off. It's vacation! but anyways, instead of updating "Children of the Night" I just really wanted to update this fic. I'm sorry for all those who wanted the next chapter in my vampire fic, but I just, really, really, really want to write up the next chapter in this. I kinda like this fic! Anyways, the thanks to the reviewers:
Dark Magic 856: Good to know you've read that book, have you read any of the other ones? They're really good! Anyways, Bakura isn't a druggie, he's a drug lord. He doesn't do drugs, but he does smoke excessively. My fault...
Osiris Lee: Yeah, I've been told I am a flowery writer. Sorry, but it's hard not to. Anyways, I'll try to do better this chapter!
December jewel: Would you mind telling me what was confusing? It helps me to know what my reader didn't get so I can be more clear or specific about it. It helps a lot in my writing. Thanks!
Voice-sama: Thank you! It's nice to know!
Repmet: Thank you! And don't be afraid to complain, it helps me become a better writer!
Evil Chibi Malik: Yes it has been a long time, but hey I talked to you already so it's all good! [Cupcake eaten] it was yummy! Anyways, remember, we must catch BENY and get our vodka back again! He keeps on stealing my vodka! ! And also remember to get a Ryu-kun for Tatsuha-san...we sent him to catch BENY...--; anyways, thanks! And tell Kha-uke-chan that he needs to stop knocking you unconscious!
Inverse-chan: I know living hurts, but hey what can you do? Anyways, yeah I know Bakura was a jerk but I guess that's the way he always will be...he has a hard time sorting out emotions in this fic so if you see a lot of emotional or character fluctuations, it's just who he is.
Ice Dragon3: Thank you! Yeah, the dream was a bit confusing but I kinda did that on purpose. It might not really play that much of an important part in the story, but just a little teaser about someone [Wink, wink]
Koumori wolf: I'm glad you noticed the quote. And I'm glad you were able to use it to help your friend. It definatly did help me when I thought about suicide before and I really hope that your friend thinks about what she does because it not only affect her but also everybody around her. It's important to know that with time everything will heal, no matter how long it takes. I truly with the best for you and your friend.
Thiefect: Thank you!
NeoChaosCrystal: Yeah, Bakura has a sad life, but I'm not going to tell you about just yet! Hehe, and Ryou's life will or might get better, I'm not really sure yet. The fic is kinda being played by the ear at the moment. I have two different endings planned in my head right now.
SilverWing147: Thank you! I don't think my work has ever been called art before! [Blush]
Elle-FaTe2x1: Well, I tried to update faster! Hey it's faster than the last update!
Um...not much to say, the story might become a little violent soon, but I'll put a warning up before that happens. Signs of it might show up in this chapter, but I'm pretty sure you all can gut it! Not to worry. And now on to the fic.
Warning: Yaoi between Bakura and Ryou, blood, death, drugs, swearing, all that lovely stuff...might be some violence
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Letting out a small moan of complaint, a small lithe body turned and delved deeper into the soft covers, hiding away from the sound. A smooth hand clutched at the pillows, fingers wound around the fabric, creating small pockets which his fingers filled. The sleeping face turned to face away from the wall, eyes closed as heavy long lashes rested on the high cheekbones, giving off a look of fragility and delicateness. A soft rose hue streaked across his pale skin, painted by the color of sleep. Full cupid lips fell open the slightest bit to let the breath of easiness fall from pale pink lips. Fine brows furrowed into a frown as the quiet taps filled the room.
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Letting out another moan the long lashes fluttered as hazy emerald orbs peeked through. Mussed silvery hair curled around his neck and tickled his cheeks, daunting his fingers to swipe away the stray strands. Letting fingers flex as a soft sigh refreshed his lungs, Ryou awoke slowly, savoring the feeling of soft clothe against his skin and the warmth of sleep still enfolded around him. He then frowned in annoyance again at the incessant tapping.
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He looked up and started when he noticed that the sun hadn't quiet yet risen yet. The sky had begun to lighten to a murky navy and the stars began to fade away, the moon already in hiding. Candles were still lit in the room, flickering little flames dancing as strings of melted wax dripped down their bodies. A glance at one of the clocks showed that it was just four in the morning, almost time for the sun to bring light to a new day. Ryou felt oddly awake for one to wake up at four in the morning when he had gone to bed at twelve in the morning. He tried to wrack his brain, trying to find a reason to be up so early. It was then the sound of shoes tapping on the floor that made him remember again and frown once more.
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Ryou turned to see the tall figure of Bakura pacing, a trail of cigarette smoke drifting lazily around him as he paced feverishly. Silvery hair splayed down his shoulders and back, glinting in the dim candle light. Like smooth liquid metal it seemed to snake around his throat, but with an irritated hand he swiped at it. Pale hands seemed to gesture to themselves wildly, words muttered in a low voice in a different language that evaded him. Tension made the sharp angles of Bakura's face more evident and the circles under his eyes made it clear he had no sleep once more. His eyes glowed with an intensity he had seen last night. It seemed as if anger and frustration lived in that very body. Bakura roughly shoved the cigarette into the ash tray where three more sticks lay deformed. He exhaled and let a long stream of smoke emit from his lips before running a hand through his disheveled locks. He couldn't stay still, his hands kept on gesturing, he kept pacing, he was like a marionette puppet, constantly moving. He went around the room pinching out the flames until the room was completely extinguished of light.
He turned to the bed and saw the figure of Ryou awake, as those large jade orbs blinked at him in silent question. An unlit cigarette dangling from his lips he let his eyes narrow the slightest bit before he fumbled through his pocket for a light.
"What are you looking at?"
His voice was rough and tired, laced with frustration and iciness. He gave up his search and continued to stare at Ryou, who was beginning to squirm under the intense gaze. Letting a sneer form on his lips he stare out the window, watching as the beginnings of the sunrise began to take place, watching the vibrant orange-red bled across the sky.
"Arrogant son of a bitch...think he can over take me? Tch, we'll see...over pompous prick."
A string of curses and insults streamed from his lips as he crushed the cigarette and let it fall to the ground. Ryou eyed the table from where he remembered the many packets lay, but found it empty of any sign of the drugs or the pad of paper that Bakura wrote from before. Whatever was annoying Bakura didn't have to do with the night before...
"Ano...what's wrong?"
Bakura whirled around and let a fist smash into the low table next to him. Letting out shaky breathes he seemed to contain some of his rage. Ryou blinked rapidly, never having seen Bakura display that much emotion at once. As Bakura withdrew his fist and opened it again he spoke, his voice shaking the slightest bit with rage that was still present in his darkened garnet eyes.
"Some bastard wants me to step down so he can take over my business, the little fucker. He said he "didn't want to use unnecessary force"...and that's a Goddamned lie. Like he has any forces...just sounds like an arrogant prick to me...tch, unnecessary force...Goddamned lie..."
"But I thought you said that you didn't want to be a drug lord...then why are you defending your position? Why not just step down?"
Bakura had resumed his pacing, his now lit cigarette in his fingers as he gestured wildly at the air with it. He glared at Ryou for a moment before pacing again.
"I don't want to be a drug lord; I never wanted to be one. You're right, at least you listen, kid...the damn prick wants to take over my work. I spent eight fucking years doing this and I am not letting some bastard take over my work! I poured my blood over this sort of life and I'm not just letting it go because some bigheaded hot shot wants to cash in some checks! I'll kill that damn bastard!"
"You're going to kill them?!"
"Do you have a problem with it, brat?"
"You can't just kill them! They're people too!"
Bakura stopped his pacing for a moment and stopped to stare openly at Ryou. His cigarette smoldering as elongated silver ringlets drifted to the ceiling.
"Do you really think I have a choice? It's me or them...I personally choose them."
Ryou stood; his face ablaze with defiance as pale hands curled to form fists. It didn't seem to matter that Ryou was five inches shorter than Bakura or the fact that he knew nothing about the world Bakura ruled. He was determined to defend the lives of anybody.
"What if they have a family? What if you're killing father or mothers of sisters or brothers? Do you care then?"
Frustrated Bakura grabbed at Ryou's arm, bringing the small figure close to him so that they could clearly read each other's eyes. Anger and frustration blazed from those fiery Garnet ones while defiance and determination glowed from the emerald gaze.
"Get this. You don't know anything about my life; you don't know how things work here. It's a kill or be killed world and you can go on thinking that every person deserves to live on this planet, but know this...all of us make a decision and sometimes it's that decision that decides if we live or die. I don't care who I kill as long as I live to see another day."
Ryou stared up at Bakura, anger still simmering at the surface. He tried to yank his shoulder away from Bakura's grip, but he was still locked close to the drug lord. Close up Ryou could see the shadows that were pressed under his eyes, yet even with the lack of sleep evident; Bakura's eyes were alert and sharp, not straying from Ryou's face or eyes. The smell of cigarette smoke and rum was laced into his breathe, yet there was also the dark musky scent that reminded Ryou of dark bitter chocolate mixed in.
"Just get this, kid, if I want to live the only choice I have is to pull the trigger or sell this crap. Not by choice, only by life. You've had your life of luxury and happiness. When I was thirteen it was either sell my body or be a thief. What would you have done? Think about it."
With a dark smile he shoved the smaller boy away and sat on the armchair, letting the barely used cigarette stick sit at the ash tray, smoldering away naturally. With a sigh he closed his eyes and ignored Ryou, who sat at the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of what he had just been told. A quiet hum had begun to fill the room when shouts echoed in the halls and the whistle of bullets could be heard. Ryou felt his breath hitch and he scrambled to the bed corner, shocked and surprised by the noise. Bakura on the other hand let a look of shock cover his face for only a moment before acting quickly.
He quickly donned on a new shirt and smoothed away his hair, capturing the pure moonlit strands into a ponytail. With practiced movements he began to slide knives into his sleeves two sleek dangerous looking guns at his hips, secured by a belt. One waited in front of him to be used as numerous other equally dangerous implements were slid into place. Within three quick minutes Bakura was ready and he turned to Ryou. He could see the boy was scared, startled by the noise of gunfire and shouts. He knelt close by and spoke in a quiet whisper that cut through the noise beyond their door.
"Stay quiet and don't move out from here. The door's locked from the inside and only I can get in, but just in case someone does make it in, take this and don't hesitate to use it. Try not to scream because it's only going to attract more attention, both good and bad."
A sleek gun was thrust into his hand along with a dagger. Bakura quickly looked up before standing.
"It'll hopefully be over soon so don't worry. I'll be back or someone else will, like I said, it's a kill or be killed world. Wish me luck brat."
With a quick wink he quickly exited the room and Ryou heard the click of the door lock. He stared at the two weapons in his hands and saw how much his hands were trembling. It was then he noticed he was shaking too. It finally seemed to sink in:
"...It's a kill or be killed world...wish me luck brat..."
What if Bakura didn't come back? What if he had to kill someone or someone killed him?! Fear settled deep into Ryou's heart all over again and he feverishly began to pray that no one found him and in an afterthought that Bakura didn't get hurt...
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Eh...the last scene was sort of bad...but I hope to make it up to you next chapter! I'm sorry it's not all that good, but for all of you who wanted action I'll be putting some in the next chapter! I just hope I'll be able to write it up well...I've never really done a fic like this before...heh...anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. It definatly wasn't all that great in my opinion, but I hope its okay for you...hopefully. So please read and review and I'll update a fic soon, hopefully! Ja ne!
Dark Magic 856: Good to know you've read that book, have you read any of the other ones? They're really good! Anyways, Bakura isn't a druggie, he's a drug lord. He doesn't do drugs, but he does smoke excessively. My fault...
Osiris Lee: Yeah, I've been told I am a flowery writer. Sorry, but it's hard not to. Anyways, I'll try to do better this chapter!
December jewel: Would you mind telling me what was confusing? It helps me to know what my reader didn't get so I can be more clear or specific about it. It helps a lot in my writing. Thanks!
Voice-sama: Thank you! It's nice to know!
Repmet: Thank you! And don't be afraid to complain, it helps me become a better writer!
Evil Chibi Malik: Yes it has been a long time, but hey I talked to you already so it's all good! [Cupcake eaten] it was yummy! Anyways, remember, we must catch BENY and get our vodka back again! He keeps on stealing my vodka! ! And also remember to get a Ryu-kun for Tatsuha-san...we sent him to catch BENY...--; anyways, thanks! And tell Kha-uke-chan that he needs to stop knocking you unconscious!
Inverse-chan: I know living hurts, but hey what can you do? Anyways, yeah I know Bakura was a jerk but I guess that's the way he always will be...he has a hard time sorting out emotions in this fic so if you see a lot of emotional or character fluctuations, it's just who he is.
Ice Dragon3: Thank you! Yeah, the dream was a bit confusing but I kinda did that on purpose. It might not really play that much of an important part in the story, but just a little teaser about someone [Wink, wink]
Koumori wolf: I'm glad you noticed the quote. And I'm glad you were able to use it to help your friend. It definatly did help me when I thought about suicide before and I really hope that your friend thinks about what she does because it not only affect her but also everybody around her. It's important to know that with time everything will heal, no matter how long it takes. I truly with the best for you and your friend.
Thiefect: Thank you!
NeoChaosCrystal: Yeah, Bakura has a sad life, but I'm not going to tell you about just yet! Hehe, and Ryou's life will or might get better, I'm not really sure yet. The fic is kinda being played by the ear at the moment. I have two different endings planned in my head right now.
SilverWing147: Thank you! I don't think my work has ever been called art before! [Blush]
Elle-FaTe2x1: Well, I tried to update faster! Hey it's faster than the last update!
Um...not much to say, the story might become a little violent soon, but I'll put a warning up before that happens. Signs of it might show up in this chapter, but I'm pretty sure you all can gut it! Not to worry. And now on to the fic.
Warning: Yaoi between Bakura and Ryou, blood, death, drugs, swearing, all that lovely stuff...might be some violence
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Letting out a small moan of complaint, a small lithe body turned and delved deeper into the soft covers, hiding away from the sound. A smooth hand clutched at the pillows, fingers wound around the fabric, creating small pockets which his fingers filled. The sleeping face turned to face away from the wall, eyes closed as heavy long lashes rested on the high cheekbones, giving off a look of fragility and delicateness. A soft rose hue streaked across his pale skin, painted by the color of sleep. Full cupid lips fell open the slightest bit to let the breath of easiness fall from pale pink lips. Fine brows furrowed into a frown as the quiet taps filled the room.
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Letting out another moan the long lashes fluttered as hazy emerald orbs peeked through. Mussed silvery hair curled around his neck and tickled his cheeks, daunting his fingers to swipe away the stray strands. Letting fingers flex as a soft sigh refreshed his lungs, Ryou awoke slowly, savoring the feeling of soft clothe against his skin and the warmth of sleep still enfolded around him. He then frowned in annoyance again at the incessant tapping.
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He looked up and started when he noticed that the sun hadn't quiet yet risen yet. The sky had begun to lighten to a murky navy and the stars began to fade away, the moon already in hiding. Candles were still lit in the room, flickering little flames dancing as strings of melted wax dripped down their bodies. A glance at one of the clocks showed that it was just four in the morning, almost time for the sun to bring light to a new day. Ryou felt oddly awake for one to wake up at four in the morning when he had gone to bed at twelve in the morning. He tried to wrack his brain, trying to find a reason to be up so early. It was then the sound of shoes tapping on the floor that made him remember again and frown once more.
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Ryou turned to see the tall figure of Bakura pacing, a trail of cigarette smoke drifting lazily around him as he paced feverishly. Silvery hair splayed down his shoulders and back, glinting in the dim candle light. Like smooth liquid metal it seemed to snake around his throat, but with an irritated hand he swiped at it. Pale hands seemed to gesture to themselves wildly, words muttered in a low voice in a different language that evaded him. Tension made the sharp angles of Bakura's face more evident and the circles under his eyes made it clear he had no sleep once more. His eyes glowed with an intensity he had seen last night. It seemed as if anger and frustration lived in that very body. Bakura roughly shoved the cigarette into the ash tray where three more sticks lay deformed. He exhaled and let a long stream of smoke emit from his lips before running a hand through his disheveled locks. He couldn't stay still, his hands kept on gesturing, he kept pacing, he was like a marionette puppet, constantly moving. He went around the room pinching out the flames until the room was completely extinguished of light.
He turned to the bed and saw the figure of Ryou awake, as those large jade orbs blinked at him in silent question. An unlit cigarette dangling from his lips he let his eyes narrow the slightest bit before he fumbled through his pocket for a light.
"What are you looking at?"
His voice was rough and tired, laced with frustration and iciness. He gave up his search and continued to stare at Ryou, who was beginning to squirm under the intense gaze. Letting a sneer form on his lips he stare out the window, watching as the beginnings of the sunrise began to take place, watching the vibrant orange-red bled across the sky.
"Arrogant son of a bitch...think he can over take me? Tch, we'll see...over pompous prick."
A string of curses and insults streamed from his lips as he crushed the cigarette and let it fall to the ground. Ryou eyed the table from where he remembered the many packets lay, but found it empty of any sign of the drugs or the pad of paper that Bakura wrote from before. Whatever was annoying Bakura didn't have to do with the night before...
"Ano...what's wrong?"
Bakura whirled around and let a fist smash into the low table next to him. Letting out shaky breathes he seemed to contain some of his rage. Ryou blinked rapidly, never having seen Bakura display that much emotion at once. As Bakura withdrew his fist and opened it again he spoke, his voice shaking the slightest bit with rage that was still present in his darkened garnet eyes.
"Some bastard wants me to step down so he can take over my business, the little fucker. He said he "didn't want to use unnecessary force"...and that's a Goddamned lie. Like he has any forces...just sounds like an arrogant prick to me...tch, unnecessary force...Goddamned lie..."
"But I thought you said that you didn't want to be a drug lord...then why are you defending your position? Why not just step down?"
Bakura had resumed his pacing, his now lit cigarette in his fingers as he gestured wildly at the air with it. He glared at Ryou for a moment before pacing again.
"I don't want to be a drug lord; I never wanted to be one. You're right, at least you listen, kid...the damn prick wants to take over my work. I spent eight fucking years doing this and I am not letting some bastard take over my work! I poured my blood over this sort of life and I'm not just letting it go because some bigheaded hot shot wants to cash in some checks! I'll kill that damn bastard!"
"You're going to kill them?!"
"Do you have a problem with it, brat?"
"You can't just kill them! They're people too!"
Bakura stopped his pacing for a moment and stopped to stare openly at Ryou. His cigarette smoldering as elongated silver ringlets drifted to the ceiling.
"Do you really think I have a choice? It's me or them...I personally choose them."
Ryou stood; his face ablaze with defiance as pale hands curled to form fists. It didn't seem to matter that Ryou was five inches shorter than Bakura or the fact that he knew nothing about the world Bakura ruled. He was determined to defend the lives of anybody.
"What if they have a family? What if you're killing father or mothers of sisters or brothers? Do you care then?"
Frustrated Bakura grabbed at Ryou's arm, bringing the small figure close to him so that they could clearly read each other's eyes. Anger and frustration blazed from those fiery Garnet ones while defiance and determination glowed from the emerald gaze.
"Get this. You don't know anything about my life; you don't know how things work here. It's a kill or be killed world and you can go on thinking that every person deserves to live on this planet, but know this...all of us make a decision and sometimes it's that decision that decides if we live or die. I don't care who I kill as long as I live to see another day."
Ryou stared up at Bakura, anger still simmering at the surface. He tried to yank his shoulder away from Bakura's grip, but he was still locked close to the drug lord. Close up Ryou could see the shadows that were pressed under his eyes, yet even with the lack of sleep evident; Bakura's eyes were alert and sharp, not straying from Ryou's face or eyes. The smell of cigarette smoke and rum was laced into his breathe, yet there was also the dark musky scent that reminded Ryou of dark bitter chocolate mixed in.
"Just get this, kid, if I want to live the only choice I have is to pull the trigger or sell this crap. Not by choice, only by life. You've had your life of luxury and happiness. When I was thirteen it was either sell my body or be a thief. What would you have done? Think about it."
With a dark smile he shoved the smaller boy away and sat on the armchair, letting the barely used cigarette stick sit at the ash tray, smoldering away naturally. With a sigh he closed his eyes and ignored Ryou, who sat at the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of what he had just been told. A quiet hum had begun to fill the room when shouts echoed in the halls and the whistle of bullets could be heard. Ryou felt his breath hitch and he scrambled to the bed corner, shocked and surprised by the noise. Bakura on the other hand let a look of shock cover his face for only a moment before acting quickly.
He quickly donned on a new shirt and smoothed away his hair, capturing the pure moonlit strands into a ponytail. With practiced movements he began to slide knives into his sleeves two sleek dangerous looking guns at his hips, secured by a belt. One waited in front of him to be used as numerous other equally dangerous implements were slid into place. Within three quick minutes Bakura was ready and he turned to Ryou. He could see the boy was scared, startled by the noise of gunfire and shouts. He knelt close by and spoke in a quiet whisper that cut through the noise beyond their door.
"Stay quiet and don't move out from here. The door's locked from the inside and only I can get in, but just in case someone does make it in, take this and don't hesitate to use it. Try not to scream because it's only going to attract more attention, both good and bad."
A sleek gun was thrust into his hand along with a dagger. Bakura quickly looked up before standing.
"It'll hopefully be over soon so don't worry. I'll be back or someone else will, like I said, it's a kill or be killed world. Wish me luck brat."
With a quick wink he quickly exited the room and Ryou heard the click of the door lock. He stared at the two weapons in his hands and saw how much his hands were trembling. It was then he noticed he was shaking too. It finally seemed to sink in:
"...It's a kill or be killed world...wish me luck brat..."
What if Bakura didn't come back? What if he had to kill someone or someone killed him?! Fear settled deep into Ryou's heart all over again and he feverishly began to pray that no one found him and in an afterthought that Bakura didn't get hurt...
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Eh...the last scene was sort of bad...but I hope to make it up to you next chapter! I'm sorry it's not all that good, but for all of you who wanted action I'll be putting some in the next chapter! I just hope I'll be able to write it up well...I've never really done a fic like this before...heh...anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. It definatly wasn't all that great in my opinion, but I hope its okay for you...hopefully. So please read and review and I'll update a fic soon, hopefully! Ja ne!
