Young Blood by Mooguri Klaine
Author's Notes: School's out for a few weeks! ((celebrates)) By the time I post this, I would've been on my third week of vacation. This chapter should've been out a lot earlier, but… ((sweatdrops)) I lazed around a LOT, most of the day spent on regaining the sleep that I so lacked from my cramming days, and the remainder of it spent on drawing (Seto/Yami of course :D), scheming devious plots to decapitate our troublesome maid ((evil grin)) (just kidding XD), and playing online games. Hehehe…gomen for that! ((bows down))
Oh yes, thanks for the reviews! ((blows a kiss)) A reader asked me what's with me and my cliffhangers… ((grins)) I don't know…I guess it happened when I was writing my chapters, my other self (eep, schizophrenia! XD) suddenly thought of "dishing out cliffhangers" as a twisted way of saying 'thanks' to the readers… ((sweatdrops)) But honestly, I couldn't think of anything creative to end a chapter, save for a cliffy… sorry 'bout that! :D
OH GOOD HEAVENS! I have something to share with you! Some weeks ago, an online friend sent me a nice YGO fanart that she picked up from somewhere… It's Yami and Seto clad in black suits, both in a really striking pose, their faces centimeters apart from each other… waiiiiii!!! ((screams with delight)) Have you seen that work already? I'll gladly send that to you, along with my new work! Keep your e-mail addresses coming! XD
Oh, and speaking of Seto…I hope you greeted him last October 25, 'cause that's his birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SETO! If the YGO concept from Kazuki Takashi started in 1997, that would mean Seto's sixteen back then… So now he's… twenty-four? ((thinks)) Yeah, and he's a Scorpion, same as me! And yeah, speaking of me… I'm about to blow my birthday candles on the fifth of November! So wish me good tidings! Presents wouldn't be too bad…XD
My readers are growing in size! I love you all! ((group hug)) Individual replies for you! XD
To Demon – I totally sympathize with you and your school stuff, 'coz I get the same pressure as well O.o Keeping up with stories are hard for me too! (My author alerts are murdering me XD) As for Seto's reaction, you'll find this one out here in this chappy! Oh, before I forget…tell me your e-mail address… YGO drawings for ya! XD
To I love Yami…and YAOI – 'Love your name, girl! ;P Who doesn't love yaoi in this fandom? ((giggles)) I guess anime is not anime without the yaoi! Otherwise, it won't be fun watching YGO! XD Now's not the time to die… I've finally updated! :D Psst…do tell me your e-mail addy too! I'd love to hear from you! Thanks!
To Lady Zephyros – Hey, another McDonald's aficionado! ((buys Lady Zephyros burger and fries)) After what seemed to be forever, both guys have finally met! Even I am ecstatic writing this!
To Bonita Chica – AU fics are unique and always oozing with creative juices and ideas, so I agree with you having an apt enthusiasm for AU fics! XD As for Karimu…expect a lot from him in my other YGO fic, Against Protocol! Check it out! XD Your e-mail address, onegaishimasu? :D
To Nachzes-Black Rider – ((laughs)) Yeah, you're actually right…it's not really an official meeting ((grins)) And as for action… I'm practically slow developing this story's plot – it's starting to piss me off – so it won't build up much yet. As for sex… ((clears throat)) We will eventually come to that! XD
To Elusia – ((nods head)) A mean way to end chapter seven, all right, but fun nonetheless! It's a perfect albeit frustrating cliffy! XD My friend felt the same way as you did – all excited and nervous – when she neared the final part of the last chapter. She practically screamed at me on the phone when she finished reading it…hehe XD
To Allya – Hehe, thanks for that! Even I am thinking that I made the previous chapter's ending a lot eviler than the other one! Seto's reaction to the sudden kiss…what could it be? Read on! XD
To Misoka – Oh yeah, Atem kissed Seto! Whoopee! ((celebrates)) And to think they just met! I wonder what might happen when they're…getting to know each other? ((evil grin)) And thanks for trooping to Against Protocol! Though I must apologize for being so insistent… XD
To swtdreams07 – I keep seeing your Harry Potter fic in my author alert list…so I guess I'll troop in and see that for myself!
To Cross Hunt-s – Seto's reaction to the kiss is all here in this new chapter! And yeah…would it be okay to know your e-mail address? :D
To Anzu Mazaki-chan – ((laughs)) You're not alone when you said about idiots watching what you're doing from the back, 'coz I get the same thing at most times. My nephew's very inquisitive, so much that his curiosity is starting to get the better of him…He began asking me about my desktop wallpaper (Yami and Seto in black suits, the latter bending down to kiss Yami…waaaaiiii! XD) – hehe XD His young mind is still confused… :P Now I know what "thank you" is in German! Danke, Anke! :D
To shadowsofchaos61 – Thanks for loving my stories! XD I hope I won't let you down! ((thumbs up))
Disclaimer: What would I give to own Yu-Gi-Oh? Let's see…a few billion dollars? ((looks around for my wallet)) Sure, I think I have a few billion bucks to spare… ((sweatdrops upon seeing the wallet with just a few measly one-dollar bills)) On second thought, I might as well buy a lollipop…XD
Warning: I feel like repeating my warning from the previous chapter: Shonen-ai. Yaoi. Seto/Yami. Mooguri Klaine. Don't like 'em? WHY? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! Waaa… ((goes to a corner and cries))
Rating: R, for the language content, a violent and psychologically twisted Bakura (you'll find out why in this installment), an angry Seto, and perhaps more dirty thoughts that will eventually be shown. Watch out. :D
Summary: An intense battle between two vampires begins, and an old love awakens in the dormant heart of the Pharaoh. Yet Seto claims he is not who the Prince thinks he is…or is he? READ, REVIEW, AND RECEIVE A PRIZE! XD
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Chapter Eight: Stalker
"Neb ma'atra…" Atem found himself staring at the piercing pools of blue, as if he had found an oasis amidst the shattering mirage of an endless desert.
"This is not a mirage…" His words barely escaped his lips, fearful that the vision he is seeing might be an illusion brought about by his sheer longing for the man he loves.
Yet there was still Sekheth, standing before him like he used to, in those days when the sovereign sat on the regal throne of Kemet, at most times knelt down in reverence while he rushed to him and implore the latter to stand up.
Perhaps this vision might not be true at all. Atem had to make sure; make sure that his eyes have not betrayed him; make sure that his senses were not making him delirious; make sure that Sekheth was indeed right here, right now… Atem wanted to make sure of so many things, and that single touch will confirm either his wistful fantasy or his worst fear. And so, he dared himself as he reached out his arms to touch the image in front of him.
All doubt and apprehension the young prince felt vanished at once. His hands that sought the touch felt strong limbs beneath his palms. His heart was beating madly now in his ribs, so fast that he could've sworn his chest might rift open from the apparent effort. Sekheth was talking, saying something to him, yet he heard nothing of it. Atem felt pain no more – perhaps his fast healing ability had done its job, or perhaps he was too busy feeling a myriad of emotions to even notice it.
Yet the prince cared less for anything, so much that he wasn't aware that he was on his feet already, slowly managing his legs to approach Sekheth. His gaze never wavered; his ruby eyes fell on sapphire ones…
"Such a beautiful sight…" Atem sighed softly. His words flowed in a string of low tones; he had unknowingly reverted to his old tongue. He inched closer, eager to close the distance between them with bated breath, as each step drew him nearer to Sekheth.
"Where have you been all this time?" He saw Sekheth's mouth open in reply, yet he did not wait for any.
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One might think that the ensuing scene would've been perfect at any given day– of two persons standing on an empty street, sharing long-overdue kisses, while the night draws on, with the moon and stars bearing witness to the long-awaited unity of two destinies.
But to Seto, what was happening was the stuff of nightmares, for quite a number of reasons. In fact, he would lovely beg to differ. The kiss took place in a mercifully empty avenue, a place the CEO deemed suitable for robbery rather than romantic exploits, if anything. Plus, there was neither moon nor a speck of star in the inky night sky to allegedly 'bear witness'. And there was certainly no long-overdue kisses waiting to be paid; honestly, the last thing he needed was a kiss.
A kiss! He never asked for one, and he certainly didn't count on it to come from a total stranger, let alone a man!
The shock that first paralyzed Seto had finally worn off; now rage was starting to kick in his system, slowly at first, then faster, and faster, until he had managed to regain control of himself. Without any hesitation, Seto placed his palms on the intruder's chest and he pushed away roughly, breaking off the kiss. The force apparently took the young man by surprise, as he lost his balance and unceremoniously fell back on the pavement.
"You're crazy!" Seto spat angrily at him, the back of his hand wiping his mouth in an appalled manner. Too furious to say something long and insulting to the man, he let out an indignant curse as he strode off, away from the stranger that dared kiss him.
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Marik leapt away in time when a huge Shadow blast collided with the crumbling ground. More explosions rained down on the blond vampire as Bakura delivered blow after blow mercilessly, not even caring for damages and casualties that might occur thereafter.
"Are you going to dodge my attacks forever?" Bakura laughed scornfully as he effortlessly pulled off small orbs from his hands. "Come on and fight back!"
Almost too soon, the thief felt a strong fist solidly connecting with his jaw. The attack took him by surprise, as his body slammed hard on the brick wall; chunks of it giving away like a sodden cracker. His eyes slid out of focus for a moment, not noticing Marik approaching him with a smug look on his face.
The younger vampire stood, observing the unconscious form of the pale-haired man before him, his face almost buried in dust and rubble. Marik shrugged before turning away, relief identifiable in his pallid features; he didn't want to square off with a powerful and ancient Root wherein the odds of winning are next to none. It was pure luck that he rendered Bakura out cold.
It was then when the Sacred Weapon entrusted to him, the Scepter, glowed ominously in his hand. Marik barely had the time to react, swiveling around to meet a big Shadow orb coming his way…
Bakura laughed appreciatively at the sight of Marik's limp figure some distance away. "There's no fucking way you could deflect that attack," he remarked, nonchalantly brushing dust off his clothes as he went to where the other vampire lay. He quirked an eyebrow at the blond, an amused look slightly grazing his face. Yet his brown eyes shared none of the mirth, a hint of steel glinted in them.
"Oh…so you're still alive…" his voice trailed off before he continued, "I thought that Shadow blast sent your pathetic ass off straight to Hell…" Bakura clucked his tongue impatiently, seeing Marik struggling weakly to stand up.
Marik felt an invisible hand forcing him back on the ground. He willed his lavender eyes to look up, and saw Bakura's palm emitting a slight aura. "Telekinesis…" he blurted out wearily; the blast took out almost all out of him, his body is starting to take its toll…
"That's right, half-breed, telekinetic powers," Bakura spoke in an uncharacteristically soft voice, as if lulling the other man to sleep. "Relax, and stay still…"
"Gaaaa!" Marik shouted out in pain; the invisible force was increased greatly, to the point where his very bones were screaming in agony.
Bakura, on the other hand, was ecstatic seeing the other cringing in pain. "I hope you liked that, Marik, 'coz you're definitely going to love this one…"
With a flick of his left hand, several clumps of heavy stone bricks flew to him and hovered silently above the younger Ishtar sibling. Marik's gaze froze as he laid sight on the looming objects on top of him, his purple eyes dilating in disbelief.
"Sweet dreams."
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Atem did not know how long was he sitting on the cold pavement, but he did not seem to care. The car bearing Sekheth had left a long while ago; he gazed silently at the path the machine had trudged on, his eyes not leaving it even for a single moment.
His hand went unknowingly to his lips, touching gently the spot where he had proceeded to meet Sekheth's for the first time in a long, long while. He could still feel the velvety smoothness that brushed against his pale lips. His hands tingled with the sensation of intense familiarity – the same hands that reached out to Sekheth and coiled around his strong neck; the same hands that raked through the mortal's soft chestnut hair…
Atem felt he had finally met his happiness after a seemingly eternal slumber.
Until Sekheth pushed him away…
The young prince shrugged his head, now feeling frustrated with himself. "I shouldn't have done that…" Now, he had realized that things were too sudden – he was too sudden, too blinded by the raging feelings erupting inside of him. It was his rash behavior that brought him in an unfavorable situation that caused Sekheth to push him and flee. Had it not for his haste, perhaps Sekheth might recognize him from a time long gone; perhaps the mortal might have understood…
His hand had indeed confirmed his wistful fantasy – to be able to see his beloved, yet along with it, his worst fear…
…that Sekheth did not remember him…
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Mokuba never thought he'd learn to appreciate wearing a seatbelt in the shortest time ever.
He looked at his brother, worry evident in his eyes, as the car skidded at a sharp corner. This was unprecedented; for his brother practically proceeded to break all the traffic rules he'd so willingly follow, all broken in one sitting. Mokuba used to remember how Seto disdained law-breaking types in all forms and sizes, often calling motorists "assholes", and how he was continually being drilled with lectures on "responsible driving" and "driving etiquette".
Now his brother just went past a stop signal, earning loud and irritated beeps from other cars.
'Some example you are…' thought the dark-haired child, silently snorting as Seto passed through another intersection without as much as a glance on both sides.
Mokuba knew there was something wrong with his elder brother the moment he slid back inside the car. He was so sure his brother wanted to break the neck of whomever they'd almost hit, but the resolve disappeared quickly as it came. Something must've happened a while ago, causing the older Kaiba to flee like this.
"Big brother, what –" His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Seto stuffed his mouth full with tissues. Mokuba's voice abandoned him for the moment, unable to catch why his brother was doing something so… odd.
To Seto, he didn't give a damn whether he was upsetting other motorists with his driving, or if he was already breaking more than a dozen traffic rules. Right now, he was hell-bent to give as much space and distance he can away from the stranger, and in the quickest way possible. The young corporate was expecting he'd get to punch and beat up the guy for being so reckless, and he would lovingly accept that he might get a few bruises should a scuffle break out between them.
But instead, he got a kiss.
He rubbed his lips hard and persistently until the frail tissue gave way, his other hand on the steering wheel, willing the automobile to maintain its seemingly unearthly velocity. And then, an uncomforting thought eased out of his mind.
Whether the young man was on drugs or not, it was certain that he had no doubt recognized Seto from some place. Just like the authoress Isis did – the same eyes that looked like seeing a lost companion after a long, long time. All of this in one night.
'Coincidence. Pure and utter coincidence,' he said in his thoughts. He did not see any connection on the similar events that took place. 'Ridiculous.'
Yet he was consistently bothered by the sudden move the stranger did on him. No one – NO ONE – could do something like that outright to a person he'd only met and without the proper introduction to begin with. Things did not make any sense. One would kiss another on the lips with striking hunger and passion if they were lovers.
Lovers.
Seto groaned. Now he was being mistaken for being some guy's lover? 'God, is this some sort of sick cosmic joke?'
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"Now, now… what do we have here?" Bakura raised an eyebrow amusedly as his amber eyes laid upon a glinting metal just beside the lifeless hand of the blond vampire.
"You shouldn't leave your valuables unattended, boy," he scolded in mock concern, bending down to pick up the Scepter on the dusty ground. The gold metal was cool on his palms, the light weight of the Sacred Item almost felt like nothing. Slowly, Bakura's lips formed into a malevolent smile.
"Well, I'd say it's tough luck, losing your Item to a thief like me," he said as his eyes strayed over to where the younger Ishtar sibling lay, all covered with solid large pieces of brick. "Finders keepers, losers weepers, Marik…"
Letting out an easy laugh, Bakura toyed the Scepter and twirled it clumsily in his hand. The Sacred Items magnify the power of the Shadow, an important medium for half-vampires with little potential on sorcery. And if an Item were to fall in the hands of a Root like him – a powerful vampire born with high Shadow powers – then…
"Looks like I found myself a new best friend…"
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"Ishizu, I wish to see the sun…"
"You cannot! Ra is unforgiving to our kind, for we are the cursed spawns of Darkness! To linger for a moment in the sun is suicide!"
"But did I choose to be like this detestable form?"
"What – "
"I was a mortal once, wasn't I? I did not find happiness from stealing the lives of those around me…
"This bloodlust is nothing more than an ill-given disease, and I want to free myself from this!"
An empty void of black swarmed around the priestess, bringing her back from where she was – inside the humble temple below the mansion of the First Brood. She breathed heavily as the glow from her Necklace died down slowly, until there was no more, save for a slight and distant shimmer.
For many times, Ishizu searched relentlessly for any link and clue that lay inside the Necklace that might shed light on the recent events. She weaved in and out of the memories, and tried to see beyond every conversation in the past that can tell of the future.
"I'm sorry, Miss Isis, you must've mistaken me for someone else…" Tonight, she and the priests met who was supposedly Sekheth, a man named Seto Kaiba.
'Who is this mortal?'
Ishizu received her answer almost at once, for as if on cue, she heard a knock on the door. Karimu allowed himself to enter, along with Mahado and Shada.
"I've found out who Seto Kaiba is," announced Karimu in a happy voice. "And this man is not exactly the non-famous type. I'm starting to believe we're so cut off from everybody else – "
Shada cleared his throat and looked at Karimu sharply.
"Uh…right…anyway…" Karimu sat down and fixed his eyes on the priestess. "Seto Kaiba is a prominent businessman who owns Kaiba Corporation and other companies, and is one of the prime movers of the Domino business economy.
"And you might want to know that he's a Kaiba, a well-known family since way back in the old days. I think we've met one of his early ancestors in Europe, if I'm not mistaken…Geez, it just goes to show how old we really are…
"He lives in an impressive mansion with his younger brother, Mokuba – I think it's that kid who threw a tantrum in your autograph signing – "
"What of their parents?" Mahado asked.
"Both deceased. As far as I've researched, they don't have any known close relatives, just a bunch of distant ones, which they don't bother to communicate with. Quite understandable, since they're so rich and all…
"Plus they're young! Seto's barely past twenty – twenty-one, to be exact – and that's freaking young, even for mortal standards! And to handle such a strong business empire at that young an age…" Karimu stopped for effect and looked at Ishizu expectantly, hoping to get an awestruck expression from her. Sadly, none came.
"I should see him…" the Egyptian woman stood up. The other priests exchanged looks with each other; Ishizu rarely decides to see anyone other than the priests and other servants.
"See him? What for?" Mahado asked.
"To confirm if he is indeed Sekheth…"
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Bakura was back atop an electric post, grinning like a maniac. He held the newly acquired Scepter like a very precious war trophy, bringing it up to the heavens as if he had won a cosmic battle. But in essence, this is precisely what the white-haired vampire felt at the moment – a real victor indeed.
For more than a millennium, he had wanted for himself the Sacred Weapons made by the vampire Pharaoh; the power in those Items represent the limitless capabilities of the Shadow, something only a powerful Root like Atem had achieved.
And Bakura desired to attain the level beyond the Prince… to reach god-like perfection.
He gritted his teeth in annoyance, the jovial mood he had an instant ago vanishing at once. He and Atem were the same – they were born as perfect beings wrought by the god Seth, possessing great power in an immortal frame not to be hampered and spoiled by time. And they were gifted with the glorious ability to kill for a life-giving substance that kept them forever anchored to the mortals' realm – the undeniable thirst for blood.
Yet is seemed that the Prince shared not what he believed. To Bakura, he was a fool – to submit himself for the love of the pathetic mortals, even continuing to love them despite the fear and scorn he received in exchange.
And Atem steadily gained power, a matter that truly angered the thief, seeing its manifestation in the form of the Seven Sacred Items. The Rod glowed benignly in his hand, the carved Eye of Ra shining even in the murky night.
"You're a fool, Your Highness," Bakura started, his brown eyes never leaving the imperious Eye on the Scepter. "Why do you mask the Shadow with the Light?
"Our power represents the might of Seth, and not of Ra…" and he continued, "Yet you adorn these weapons with His Eye…
"Idiotic Pharaoh…" He shrugged dismissively, a smirk grazing his features. It was then he sensed vampires in his immediate vicinity. An idea struck him.
"Time to test my new toy…" Licking his lips eagerly, he flew down from the post and went off.
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Usually, the journey from the Domino Industrial District to the Kaiba Mansion would take roughly thirty minutes, depending whether there's traffic on the thoroughfare, or if there were mandatory stopovers or detours. Normally, it would still take just as much.
Mokuba felt like the ride lasted for five minutes.
Just as his brother pulled the car into the garage, he weakly got off from it, his knees all feeling wobbly and shaken. Everything he seemed to have eaten back there – all those burgers, cookies, shakes, and sundaes – was all clamoring to get out of his system. This is bad.
"Eurgh," he started as he patted his stomach with care. "Brother, your driving skills suck. Remind me not to go with you when you're handling the steering wheel next time. I – huh?"
Mokuba was already alone in the garage.
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"Die, you miserable half-breed scumbag."
An inhuman shriek pierced through the night, followed by a maniacal howl of laughter. Bakura stood among the sea of bodies, strewn haphazardly like practice dummies. It would have been that way had it not for all of them swimming in their own blood, looking like a macabre picture in a thriller novel.
Some blood clung on to the sharp, axe-like edges of the Scepter, while a lot splattered on the thief; the vampire seemed to have emerged from a blood bath that even his snow-white hair appeared crimson and forbidding. Yet the man paid no mind.
On the contrary, he enjoyed the sight as if he had relived his most wonderful dream. He was beyond ecstasy, him being able to feel truly alive after so long a time. His eyes saw the groveling forms of the lesser vampires, hearing them cry for mercy; his hand moved to deliver the swift and gruesome justice fit for worms like them; his skin felt the cold wetness of blood, along with their anguished cry ringing pleasantly in his ears. It seemed like a part of a perfect concerto to him – the harmony of his victim's nightmares and his own wildest fantasies finally realized…
His fingers tingled with excitement and exhilaration. He now have a different level of power, amounts of it so strong that he could see his shimmering aura with his naked eyes, and he was giving off a soft electric pulse. He never anticipated that the Scepter had such capabilities. Bakura chortled; he realized that Marik was a weakling and was too thick to know and utilize the full potential of the Sacred Item.
The Sacred Rod was indeed something. Not only can it amplify and increase Bakura's already-strong Shadow powers, it also has the ability to brainwash and control a person or a group, whichever he desired, just as he had done some moments earlier.
"Show me more…" he breathed as he proceeded to lick the blood off the Scepter's razor-sharp edges; he had used it to gut out the throats of the vampires.
"Tell me where is the Puzzle…"
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Seto emerged out of the bathroom, feeling a bit better but still not quite enough. He did not waste any minute bolting up to his room as soon as he finished parking the car in the garage. From there, he brushed his mouth for so many times until his tongue turned raw with the effort, just so he could get rid of the revolting feeling. Whoever kissed him managed to leave a whole lot of unpleasant feelings for the brunet CEO.
He shook his head irritably; the last thing he needed to remember was the kiss. But his mind practically disobeyed him, for he kept on going back to that cursed moment, as much as he'd wanted to rid himself of it.
He removed his bathrobe and slipped on his blue pajamas, allowing a few buttons up undone. He busied himself a bit in his room, picking up a couple of things he'd left on the floor a while ago until he decided to look into the news for tonight. He switched the television to life, and scanned through it for a few moments, finally landing himself in the Domino News Channel. He had a feeling Isis would be among the headlines.
True enough, the newscaster was currently reporting the abrupt cancellation of the event earlier that night. Seto watched as he saw a footage taken earlier, the camera zooming in on the writer, her solemn eyes appearing troubled.
"I am very sorry, but something has come up. Please forgive me for the inconvenience." With a curt bow, she and other veiled men fled the scene.
The anchorwoman was back. "Meanwhile, the sudden change of plans puzzled a lot of the guests in the convention, particularly that of action star Tristan Taylor and some others…"
Seto clicked the remote controller to another news channel. Expecting to find the same content, he was a bit surprised to see it was different. He peaked up the volume and listened to the commentary.
"A shocking sight sweeps through the outskirts of Domino City, as a mass murder took place near a deserted street. At least more than a dozen bodies lay on the blood-soaked ground, their bodies heavily mutilated; most victims had their throats gutted out with a sharp murder weapon…" From here, Seto's blue eyes cringed involuntarily as he saw the blurred bodies caught on camera, all drenched with blood. Crime rate has been quite high in Domino City, but this is the first time he had heard and seen of such a murder this strange and bloody.
"According to the Domino Crime Department, it might have been the work of a serial killer, contrary to the belief that a group of criminals perpetrated the said killing…"
"This is the first time this kind of mass murder was done in a long while, I believe, and we are still continuing on with the investigation. However, we are advising the citizens of Domino to be wary and alert, for the murderer might strike again." Seto recognized the man to be the Chief of the Police Force speaking through the microphones.
The newscaster replaced the short video clip, and continued, "And because of this, the Isis convention was put on hold for a while, in light of the recent events, for the safety of the people. In other news, Yu-Gi-Oh the Movie earned a lot of praises as well as criticisms –" (1)
Seto turned the television off, and stared at his balcony, watching the curtains silently drifting with the wind, and the shadows made by the moon playing on the furniture. He lied down on the bed, slowly being lulled to sleep, yet his eyes never leaving the shadows outside…
He bolted upright suddenly, as if being instantly electrocuted. He just saw something moving among the shadows. Seto slid the French doors open, brushing aside the curtains that fluttered to meet him. His azure eyes widened.
"What are you doing here?"
----To Be Continued----
Footnotes: (1) Yeah, YGO the Movie…Fun and interesting one…some hints at Yami/Seto-ness, of course, but a bit weird at some points… (And you rock, Pegasus! He just keeps on bringing up to the CEO about his (Seto's) ass being constantly kicked by Yugi! Priceless! XD) I just couldn't get used to the deep voice of Yami, 'cause I got accustomed to the Cartoon Network version here in our place. But, it's sweet, Yami using Seto's card at the final moments of battle with Anubis! XD Oops, I'll stop now… There might be someone who haven't watched it yet…
Author's Notes: Damn, I feel like I didn't do justice on this chapter; 'cause I'm currently having a hard time stringing my thoughts together, so do excuse me if some parts seemed…uh…off… I swear, my brain's not functioning like it used to. Either that, or I'm slowly losing my touch… NOOOO!!! ((wails)) I guess it's time to read a good book. Books are great sources of words, inspirations, and others! Care to suggest what book to peruse? :D
Anyway! How was it! Was it good? Was it bad? And what about the cliffhanger? I would definitely want to hear your feedbacks! I would highly appreciate whatever idea or comment you feel like saying!
Final notes! Check out also my other YGO AU fanfic, Against Protocol, if you have the time! I'm currently working on both of these fics at the same time, but I'm more after the fast completion of Young Blood, given that it's a bit slow on the story development. But tarry not, for I'm working on the other one as well. Gee, I think I should make a storyboard or something. Keeping all the ideas in my mind is quite hard, considering I've got a lot running around inside it. XD
For new reviewers, or those who haven't told me your e-mail address, just leave it in the Reviews Section! And add reviews too while you're at it! Meh hehehehehe!! Am I insistent or nagging or what?!
What's in Chapter Nine? Bakura steadily gains power from the Sacred Scepter, and looks out to the other Items from the priests, while Atem goes into retrospect, reminiscing of Sekheth. And Seto…well… he's found himself an unlikely visitor. Who could it be? Perhaps Ishizu, who wishes to confirm the existence of Sekheth? Or could it be someone else? Argh. I can't think of any catchy line to get your attention! ((sobs))
I guess that's it! STICK WITH ME!! XD
Thanks a lot and Rock On! XD