Chapter Five: Why Vampires Love Black

Name: Mutou Yugi

Age: 66

Birth date: June 04, 1994

Current Residence: Tokyo, Japan

Origin: Osaka, Japan

Existing Family: None

Parents: Raised by Grandfather, Mutou Suguroko

Hair: Tri-colored (Violet, Black and Yellow)

Eyes: Violet

Height: 153 cm (Five feet)

Weight: 42 Kg (93 lbs.)

Identifying Marks: Small scar on left side of the neck, scar across back

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Hello, Kaiba. It's been such a long time since I've heard from you. In fact, it's been almost twenty, maybe twenty-five years, now that I think about it. I suppose time passes faster when you have so much of it. How are Jounouchi and Mokuba? I hope they're all right, though I have no idea why they wouldn't be. Oh, before I forget, tell Mokuba to write me or call me as soon as he gets a chance. I know you're both busy with your company and all, but I'd love to speak with him again; we used to be such close friends.

In response to your e-mail, I suppose I wouldn't mind talking about it. I don't know what I can really tell you though. Nothing really happened during the time segment you mentioned. Oh… shit; I wish Yami was still around. He'd be a much better source for you. I suppose you've contacted Bakura already, hm? Honestly, I'm sure he's the only one who was really there for the whole thing. It's such a pity about him, really. But this isn't about my ideas on Bakura, is it?

Before I begin, I feel I ought to warn you. I hate to disappoint you and all, but I wasn't really very important at all. If you want my true opinion, everything was being shot to pieces long before I even learned that vampires were real. It sucks, but it's true.

Uh, right. When I first meet Yami.

Well, I was closing up the shop one night. Yes, one night. I can't really remember when any more. Could have been a weekend night, but I don't really remember the shop being that busy that day. Well, to make a long story short, Ryou came over. Just to chat, you understand. Ryou had been coming over more and more lately. I think he was still on a guilt trip about Mokuba's… 'death.'

Frankly we were all a bit shaken when we came to visit Mokuba in the hospital and found that he was dead.

(As a side note, how much did you pay them to issue a death certificate with no body? I'm sure it must have been quite a sum. You clever bastard.)

So, Ryou was sitting on the counter talking to me about this and that while I reorganized the shop. I was in the back room, putting away a delivery that I had gotten that day before when we heard a knock at the door. Ryou offered to tell the person to leave, but I decided it might be someone important, so I told him not to chase the person off.

The door creaked open and a man called into the shop. I couldn't see him from where I was standing but Ryou, who was still sitting on the counter, seemed to be handling the customer fairly well.

"Uh, are you still open?" The man asked, sounding as if he was torn between leaving and coming in.

"I don't know. Hold on a second. Yugi?! Are you still open?"

I looked down at my watch and decided that it couldn't hurt. A customer was a customer, after all.

"Yeah!" I called back, as I finished putting away the boxes and walked into the store. "You can come on in, sir."

"Thank you," The man smiled as he walked into the game store and closed the door behind himself. Ryou slipped off the counter and took a step towards the man, but neither of them seemed terribly hostile. "Isn't it a bit late for you to be open, though?"

"Not really. I can take one more customer," I smiled. I was a little shaken that the customer looked quite a bit like me, but after a closer look I found that his eyes were different, more slanted and smaller. His hair was slightly different too and he was taller. But there was a resemblance, I had to admit. "What can I help you with?"

"Actually, I'm afraid I didn't come here to buy anything." The man smirked, before looking over at Ryou. "Your name's Ryou, right?"

"Who's asking?"

"Typical of your kind. You never trust anyone," The man snickered, before looking around the shop. "So, hunter, tell me; what kind of weapons are you carrying today? Knives? Or will I have to dodge a couple of silver bullets for my prize? Don't deny it. I can smell the silver. It's heavy."

"Yugi," I heard Ryou hiss as he and the man cautiously circled each other, until Ryou was standing between the man and myself. I saw Ryou's left hand inch towards his hips and the other man tensed. "Yugi, when I move, call Otogi and Honda. Get help and then get the hell out of here. Do you understand? I mean it."

"He does seem to mean it, doesn't he?" the man winked at me.

"Ryou…? What's going on?" I asked, glance at him and then back at the man.

"Don't wait. Just go, all right?"

"I don't understand."

"GO!" Ryou told me, shouted, as he grabbed a switchblade from his sleeve and flung it at the other man. Running towards the cordless phone in the back room, I wrenched the phone off the charger, dropped the receiver and tried to blot out the sounds of a scuffle from the front shop. I could hear a crash and then there was the sound of a few shelves being knocked over. Fumbling with the buttons, I finally dialed Otogi's number and sunk into a corner where I could watch the door and be prepared for the man when he came for me.

I hate to admit it, but it never even occurred to me that Ryou might win. Ryou was injured and he wouldn't have told me to run if he had thought he would be okay. Actually, that's what I decided later. At the time, I just knew that the man was far stronger than Ryou.

I waited, clutching the phone close to my ear and holding my breath as Otogi's phone rang.

Ring… Five. Ring… Six. Ring… Seven. Ring…

"Hello, you've reached the Otogi residence," The answering machine picked up, but I just tuned it out. Dropping the phone into my lap in a moment of stunned shock.

"What? No back up? How sad," The man's voice whispered in my ear and my eyes shot open. I felt violent shivers crawl up and down my spine as the rest of my body froze in panic. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. I tried to breath, but all I got was a shallow gasp of air. I tried again, but I got even less oxygen then before. My hands were shaking, and I'm sure my pulse was racing, but I didn't bother to check at the time.

I felt a pair of strong arms gently encircle my waist and his hands gently pried the phone from my hands. They quickly turned off the phone, ending the rambling of the pre-recorded voice of Otogi's father. I felt them crawl up my arms and towards my neck. I tried to breath, but my throat had seized up in panic. "Sleep, pet."

And, at the risk of sounding clichéd, I knew no more.

I finally woke up much later. I say much later, but really I have no idea how long I was out. It was still dark when I woke up, so it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours.

I felt a moist towel folded across my forehead, and I slowly opened my eyes. I was lying, naked, on a bed. It was actually a very nice bed. Not too fancy, but not poor. The sheets were made of cotton that had been dyed black and the pillows were made of the same material. There was a black comforter that had been folded down at my waist, but it was just enough to keep me warm. There was a bit of a draft blowing through the room and I wasn't wearing anything to protect myself from the cold.

The room was dark and I wouldn't have been able to see a thing if there hadn't been a window to the left of the bed, which allowed moon light to shine across half the room. The moonlight showed the bed, two identical doors and a nightstand with nothing on it.

The walls were a clean white and along the top of the wall there was a border, which I couldn't make out at the time. I watched the curtains flap in the wind for a moment before I returned my attention to the room. I squinted and tried to look into the shadowed area of the room but all I could make out was a stool and the outline of the masculine figure that was sitting on it.

"Ryou?" I guessed, as I tried to raise my upper body off the bed, by propping myself up on my elbows. I felt the sheets slip down my chest and I quickly pulled them up again, half out of habit, half out of need for warmth. "Otogi?"

"Wrong and wrong," The figure sighed as he stood up from the stool and I saw that it couldn't be Ryou or Otogi at all. It was the man.

"It's you. You're the man. From the store."

"Ah! Right! I was beginning to think you were going to have to phone a friend," The man chuckled, but I didn't get it. "No? Never mind. Perhaps 'Who wants to be a Millionaire?' was before your time. Then again, maybe it wasn't. Do they even have that show here?"

"Who… who are you?"

"Oh! How rude of me. Please don't hold this against me; I'm usually so much more polite. My name's Yami," Yami grinned as he stepped into the moonlight. I could see he light glint off his white teeth and wondered why I hadn't noticed his fangs earlier. "And you, of course, are Yugi. Motou Yugi, right?"

"Yes. How did you know?" I asked as I finally managed to sit up.

"Contacts. You know," Yami continued as he sat down at the edge of my bed and patted my foot, "It's almost a pity that your friend chose tonight to come visit you. I say almost because… well, I'm not too disappointed."

I tried to back away but Yami's grip slid up and tightened on my ankle. I grimaced in pain and struggled slightly as he pulled me an inch closer. I winced at the slight rub as my skin was pulled against the cotton.

"Don't run away, my slave," Yami smirked, as he crawled closer. He straddled my hips and pressed one hand on either side of my head. I looked up at him and discovered that I disliked, immensely, the look in his eyes. It was the look you saw in the eyes of a man who was dreaming of what he could do if he won the lottery.

Frankly, I was scared out of my mind. It was the paralyzing sort of fear that makes your heart race and your brain freeze. It wasn't that I thought that the man would do me any particular harm, he hadn't yet, and he didn't seem like the type of person who would mess around, so I figured that if he had wanted to rape me or kill me, he would have done it already. I was more afraid that I was going to enjoy whatever he was planning. I was also a little nervous about what he was planning. Prior to my meeting with Yami, I had no real interaction with people with fangs, so I wasn't particularly informed as to what might happen.

Anyway, I think I whimpered as Yami kissed across my shoulder and up the left side of my neck, because Yami felt the need to whisper reassurances.

"Don't cry; don't be upset," Yami soothed, but I couldn't control my shaking hands or erratic breathing. "You're my slave. I caught you, pet. Come on, it'll only hurt for a moment."

I squeezed my eyes shut and suddenly felt a sharp pain as if two needles were cutting into my neck. My eyes sprung open and I arched off the bed. Yami slipped one of his arms around my waist to support me, but didn't move, as if he was giving me a chance to adjust to the feel of two fangs in my neck. After a moment, Yami pulled his fangs out of my neck and I felt a trickle of blood sliding down my neck. The pain and the feel of thick liquid on my neck caused me to let out a little sob.

"Now, now; it's okay, pet. There's no trouble," Yami whispered in my ear, before he licked away at the trail of blood. "I won't punish you, slave. This is why vampires love black; it hides the stains."

And with that, Yami attached his lips over my cut and began to suck on the wound, pulling out my blood.

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