HALF A SOUL
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, Blade, the movie Vampires, Buffy the vampire slayer, or anything else that this story may seem to have, and any song as well.
CHAPTER SIX
"Yami, Yami," a voiced whispered to him, it sounded distant almost non- existent to him. Groaning he struggled to open his eyes as the voice called again, "that's it Yami, wake up, you can do it". The voice was feminine, he could tell, it was encouraging him in an almost motherly way. As he felt his body slowly beginning to wake he felt a large hand holding one of his hands, while other ones, feminine were gently checking over his wounds on his chest.
Groaning he eased his eyes open and nearly scream at the bright lights around him only for Seto's voice to call out to him, "it's all right, they wont hurt you," he soothed. Blinking he allowed his eyes to adjust to the light before he peered around.
A young beautiful doctor stood over him gently dabbing away the sweat on his feverish brow. Her long auburn hair was pulled back with chopsticks and her grey eyes held a soft gaze for him as she gave him a warm smile and continued. Blinking he gazed at Seto then remembered something, sitting up and ignoring the dismayed cry of the two he glanced around, "where is Angel, where is he," he demanded.
Seto grasped his shoulder's and tried to force him to lay back down but Yami's vampire strength was able to keep him up along with his determination, "where is he," he yelled. Sighing Seto pointed to the bed across from his in the small infirmary, "sleeping, he's been worrying non stop about you all night and we just got him to sleep. Now please calm down and lay back down before you hurt yourself more," he pleaded. Sighing Yami reluctantly laid back down against the sift pillow and stared up at the ceiling.
"He's getting pale," pointed the woman, it's been two night's since he's eaten anything, please go fetch something even if it's simply blood in a glass. He needs to eat or his energy to survive this will go out the window". Nodding Seto dashed off and disappeared up a set of stairs close by, Yami watched him only to turn to the woman, "May I as your name," he asked politely. She smiled at him again, "Adria Conroy, I'm one of the Physicians here, a scientist, and a slayer as well. Don't worry I wont harm you," she assured and pulled out a needle from a stand beside her.
Yami whimpered and moved away from her, needles terrified him now after what happened with Valick that night. But that was not the only time that Valick had injected that liquid into his system, he had done it five times in hopes that it would turn him into a full vampire, but it never worked.
She gave him a startled look, "what's wrong," she asked gently, he shook his head at her and then turned his gaze back onto the needle. At that Seto came back down the stairs carrying a glass of blood. When he saw what was going on he placed the glass on the nightstand and pulled Yami against him, he could tell that Yami did not trust those things, not anymore.
"It's all right, I'm here," he assured as he watched Adria flick the needles tip, "it's all right". She strode forward and rubbed some peroxide over Yami's upper arm. The vampire clung to Seto like a child in a nightmare, "please no, don't," he muttered. Seto nodded at Adria and she pushed the needle in, Yami made a sound of protest but Adria injected the morphine and in and then quickly grabbed another one made for blood tests. She reluctantly pushed it in and pulled out a decent amount of blood as fast as she could.
"Get that Ra damn thing out of me," Yami snapped, obediently seeing that she had a decent amount of blood she pulled it out and placed a cap over it. Sighing she placed it on the stand, "there done, I'm sorry but we need a sample of your blood so that we can create a serum to your hunger. We cannot bring you blood forever and I am sure that you would prefer not to drink blood". Pulling away from Seto Yami nodded and blinked his one good eye, "your right, I would prefer to starve than drink more of that stuff. But is there any other way that you could do it," he asked as he laid back down.
Seto sighed, "unfortunately no, needles are the only way, and that will be the way the serum will have to be injected as well. Sorry but you are going to have to get used to needles," he stated. Grunting Yami glared up at them, "if it means being able to become human again and destroying Valick, I'll get used to anything," he stated. Seto smiled, "good, now drink this and I'll take you around the place as best as I can. I want you in a wheelchair though, your wounds are great even for a vampire," he commanded gentle. Nodding Yami willingly took the glass and guzzled the copper tasting liquid down his throat.
Cringing he placed it with petite fingers before returning his gaze back to Seto, "thank you," he muttered. The slayer crocked an elegant brow, "for what," he asked. Blinking Yami glanced away, shame showing clearly on his face, "for helping me out of that place, I could never do it myself, I'm too incompetent," he stated.
Shaking his head Seto sat upon the hospital bed and pulled Yami into another gentle embrace, "I wouldn't say that you're incompetent, just young," he stated. Chuckling wryly Yami shook his head, "young, vampiric, and without half of my soul and brains," he argued. Blinking Seto playfully flicked Yami's ear, the vampire growled slightly in annoyance only to sighed, "Yami, listen, just because you are a vampire does not mean that you are incompetent and vicious. Remember, you have half your soul; you're more human than you seem to think. I would have mistaken you for a human if you had not used your vampiric abilities for movement and had worn different attire".
"Speaking of clothing," Yami interrupted not willing to hear anymore, "I am going to need clothes, I cannot stay in one of these hospital garbs forever". Seeing that Yami was too stubborn to listen to what he was trying to explain, or did not have very high self esteem he willingly stopped and rose to his feet.
"That is one reason why I am taking you around, we can get you fitted for some clothing. Your pick on the style, just no provocative shirts like that one I've seen," he stated. Yami rolled his eyes and flicked a blonde bang out of his face, "there was only a few pieces of provocative clothing that I owned. I and sure as hell did not like them, Scarlet and Valick gave them to me. They both think that I am not a virgin," he expounded.
Seto's eyes went wide, "great Ra please tell me that you are," he blurted out in slight panic. Blinking Yami glared at him, "I do have some honour you know. I have never taken or been taken by anyone, I kill them before they have the chance," he expounded heatedly and slipped his bare legs over the side of the bed.
Smiling with relief Seto grabbed a wheelchair from the corner and wheeled it over to the bed. Hearing a creak he looked up and froze in worried horror; Yami had slipped out of the bed and was swaying on his feet as he leaned against the bed. Jumping forward he put his arm around Yami's waist as he was about to sink to his knees, "be careful you, just because you're a vampire does not mean that you wont suffer as well from wounds".
Yami sent him a vicious glare, "all I want to do is get out of a bed, I have been in one non-stop save for last night for about an hour," he stated, "now may I sit in that wheelchair before I loose my temper and sit down right here".
Blinking Seto chuckled, "you'll sit down, that's an interesting thing to do when you loose your temper". Yami sat down in the wheelchair and glared up at him, "would you prefer me to began clawing at your face," he asked innocently. Shaking his head Seto smiled, "no, I think you would be better off just sitting down. No matter let us go before you get bored enough to rip me to shreds," he teased before pushing the chair towards an elevator nearby.
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The first thing Yami's crimson eye's spotted as they left the elevator was the statue in the centre of the entrance area. His eyes became fixed upon it and he could not tare his gaze away, why he could not explain it but he felt drawn to it before, though he knew that he had never seen it before in his life, he somehow had seen it.
Pulling his gaze away he sighed and glanced around. Young slayers, students by the seems of things for they wore uniforms, not normal ones mind you but uniforms.
Most of them both male and female wore leather pants, though the exceptional few girls wore skirts of the same material that were a decent length. The shirts for girls were halter-tops that draped down till half way down their thighs, lace was over top of the black tops, different colours could be seen, emerald green, two shades of blue, orange, yellow, violet, blood red, and maroon.
Boy's had sleeveless shirts that instead of having lace had a stripe of one of the staid colours through the centre of the upper torso, and the hem of their shirts (which were the same length with the slits).
Each of them had a tattoo of some sort upon their right arm each had a design. One had a sword with two fangs crossed over the blade with hieroglyphics spelling out a word. Then another had a chemical glass with a single blade crossed over it and sparks designed around it, with another hieroglyphic word underneath. The last one was a scroll with a sword underneath, a word placed upon it in both hieroglyphics, but in the old tongue.
Some of them wore long trench coats that were very common, while others wore leather jackets, either with the professional design, or the biker appearance. All the girls had their hair pulled up either in a tight bun an old rarely used Egyptian style. The top half was in small neat braids and pulled onto a half ponytail, the rest was flat down upon their necks and shoulders.
Seto seemed to notice Yami's interest in them and kneeling down began to explain, "these are the students, the different colours you see represent what they are, which is either Scientist, Slayer, or one training to be in the Ministry. Slayers are the two different shades of blue along with the blood red, and orange. The different shades determine the type of weapon and squadron they are going to be in. Orange is a large one with thirty. Crimson it one with about twenty. And dark blue is for ten to fifteen. While ice blue, it for those in squadrons with no more than six.
"Yellow and emerald green signify the scientists. The yellow do the medical, and the emerald do the chemical studies and what not.
"Violet and maroon signify those training for the ministry. The maroon signify those who have come out high with their marks and are able to be honoured with a seat in the fifteen members on the table, the ones who decide almost everything. The Violet are those who will be working as both astrologist and they calculate the stars and what not, but they will also be able to have influence on those in the table party," he stated.
Yami blinked easily comprehending all of this Intel, "that would explain why I can only count twenty with those two colours. Ice blue is also not very common, because the groups are small. But I see that scientists are equal to slayers in numbers". Smiling proudly Seto nodded, "for one who was never taught proper math I am very very impressed. Yes, the number of scientist is always equal to that of the slayers. Don't ask me why but it always has been.
"The students once they are done normal school at fourteen come here and begin their training. Only those that qualify and have at least one parent that works or lives here. Your parents picked fourteen for you to move here was so that you could join straight into the slayers program. You don't have to be very smart to be in it. But those who are end up in the higher levels. Luckily for you they will be teaching you more than the other students so that you may join the high ranked slayers in the ice blue area. There are three squadrons, Blue Eyes, Ice Breakers, Deep Water, and Icicles. Pretty basic but oh well.
But enough of that, once I find Joey and Duke I have a few people you need to meet," stated Seto and wheeled the chair towards the crowd of students.
They turned to him and started with awe, respect, and bewilderment as Seto wheeled him towards a noticeable Joey who was sitting on the edge of the fountain. It was unsettling to him; the last time he had this many eyes gazing upon him was on the ceremony where Valick announced that he would be the prince of Vampires. They were cried of triumph and mockery that surrounded him that night as he stood there in his strange attire. But this group was silent with joy, he did not know how to react.
Joey glanced in their direction as a boy with black hair that was lazily pulled into a ponytail pointed to him. The Blonde smiled at him and he returned the expression, Seto stopped the wheelchair beside them and turned to the student, "resume your conversations".
Rolling his brown eyes Joey glared at the others, "well I must say they did not have to do that to yah," he snapped while crossing his arms. Nodding in agreement Seto leaned down and whispered to Yami, "don't worry about that, they have been waiting for you for years, they could not hold back their curiosity". Sighing Yami nodded, "I know, it's just it triggered a memory that was no very appealing that's all, otherwise I would have just blushed and lowered my gaze from them".
"Blush," Joey asked crocking a brow, "I never knew vampires could". Snapping his eyes upon the young teen Yami glared hard at him, "those like me do, they must have their soul within them to blush and have human like emotions. Other pure blood vampires with no soul think only about themselves and their masters if they have one. Those that are like me are usually regarded with high respect because we can treat the others and sympathize towards the patient and will give them pain medication and what not. The other's that are not smart and find refuge within Valick's castle, are killed fairly quickly on the streets".
Blinking Joey and Duke exchanged glances, "I see," muttered Duke whom was a slayer in training by the dark blue band on his shirt, "I'll keep that in mind. How can you tell if they have half a soul," he asked. Yami sighed and stared at the floor thought fully, when he finally said something it seemed distant, "can you sense anything about me". Squinting Duke nodded, "yeah, an aura, your soul is radiating very strong from your body. When I concentrate there is a glow around your body, it's violet and crimson, not like a normal vampires".
Nodding Yami crossed his arms, "that's how you tell, make sure that your concentration is up the whole time," he stated.
"Oh where are my manners," Seto exclaimed, "Duke this is Yami Al Fahr, my cousin. Yami this is Duke, a good friend of Joey, West, Blade and I". Nodding Duke extended a hand out to him, "It is an honour to meet you Master Al Fahr," he stated politely. Yami blinked at the name and timidly shook the teenagers hand, "please, no formalities, which I am sure that you have been taught. Just call me Yami," he insisted, "and it is my honour to meet you as well".
Smiling Seto turned the wheelchair, "well we have some errands to do so, I will talk to you two at the evening meal. Later," he stated before wheeling Yami away towards a long hallway in the far left hand corner.
The tailor was a nice woman and Yami warmed up to her immediately, though the measurements caused a lot of blushing and embarrassing moment but he lasted through them. He had been supplied with the garb he would need for his schooling, ice blue was what he was assigned as, so eventually as Seto explained, he would be in the Blue Eyes Squadron that Seto led. Other outfits were designed and made for him and would be ready within a few days. So he was set with a rather large wardrobe that satisfied both him and Seto.
Seto got the wheelchair to enter another elevator and took him up to one of the top floors, which were living quarters for some. Yami's gaze was fixed upon the area around him. The walls were a deep mahogany wood panelling with tapestries from ancient times handing along with painted portraits of slayers from, some dating back to just after the Pharaoh had passed on. A deep red carpet ran down along the centre of the hallway, and the doors had gold labels upon them with names carved into them.
"Where are we going," he asked curiously glancing up at his cousin. Smiling down at him Seto leaned forward, "wait and see," was all he said. Yami crocked a brow at him then turned his attention back to the area ahead of him. Finally they turned a corner and went to the first door on the left had wall. Knocking Seto sighed and waited a movement could be heard inside. The doorknob turned and Yami found himself looking up at the man that he had seen the night that he had stumbled in here. The resemblance was there; this must be Akunadin, Seto's father.
Akunadin smiled at Seto, "well well Seto come to say hello to your old man," he stopped when his gaze fell upon Yami. A warm look crossed his face, "ah, I see that you are awake," he stated kneeling down so that he was staring eye to eye with his nephew, "how are you feeling". Blinking Yami tried to make himself seem smaller as a sudden shy feeling crept over him, "better," was all he could say.
The man smiled, "shy are we, no matter come in you two you are just in time for tea," he stated and stepping aside allowed the two into the room. Willingly Seto pushed the wheelchair in, Akunadin then closed the door behind him.
A woman sat upon the couch, her chestnut hair was beginning to grey and was pulled up into a tight bun. She held herself with dignity and wore a long fitting dress of a sapphire shade; it was long sleeved and over her shoulders was a silk shall. Lifting her gaze Yami saw the same blue eyes that her son had, she smiled warmly at him before placing the cup of tea in her hand upon the table and rising to her feet.
"My my have you ever grown since we last laid eyes upon you little one, you were an infant when your parents brought you to the council. How are you feeling," she asked kneeling down in front of the wheelchair. Yami blinked shyly and stared at her in the eyes, "alright, I suppose," he stated. She smiled, "hmm, your like your mother when she meets people, shy and quiet," she stated before grasping his two hands, "I am your Aunt Rosalind, and he is your Uncle Akunadin," she introduce. Swallowing he gave her a smile, "Yami," he managed.
"Come come you three and sit down, your tea will get cold, Seto help Yami onto the couch, it will be much more comfortable for him," insisted Akunadin as he poured two more cups of tea. Chuckling Seto nodded, "yes Father," he stated before boldly lift Yami out of the wheelchair.
"Hey put me down," exclaimed the young vampire in protest, "you'll drop me you oaf". The group laughed openly, "ah but I do not want you to try and stand again on your own like you did down in the infirmary. Now stop protesting like a girl or I'll start calling you one," Seto stated. Yami glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest and grunted in response, "whatever, just put me on the couch before I hurt you". Smiling Seto did so, "that's more like it".
Over the next couple of hours Seto kept Yami within his parents small spare room for if they ever needed to stay over night, something that they had done since Seto had found the vampire out on the streets. The conversed, and when the evening meals were carried to them by some of the students from the high school close by they ate together.
Yami was spent and as the sun began to set behind the black curtains of the room he felt tired and ready to sleep. He was never up during the day and the sun was out longer than the moon, he was somnolent and the pain from his wounds were beginning to come back, the morphine had worked well, until now.
The slayer seemed to notice it and felt his forehead when it was just after nine, "hmm, you have a fever again, the morphine has obviously worn off. I'd better get you back to the infirmary, besides you'll probably want to see Angel". Nodding Yami did not protest when Seto lifted him up, he knew he was too tired and sore to be able to do what he had done earlier and simply allowed it.
Rosalind and Akunadin each gave him a gentle hug and kiss before saying their good nights. Sighing Yami remained silent as Seto wheeled him back to the infirmary and down the elevators. The slayer noticed this and swore that Yami was asleep, and in fact when they entered the infirmary Adria stood beside Angel and she smiled at him, "I take it that he was tired," she stated.
"Is he asleep," Seto asked, she nodded, and smiling Seto picked him up and laid him down upon the bed. Angel rose to his feet and strode over to the bed, his wound was not bothering him enough anyway to stop him. Gently he removed the bandage upon Yami's face and sighed, the wound was healed enough that the bandage no longer had to stay there. Then he timidly ran his digits over the boy's face a smile of relief crossing his features.
"Thank you Seto," Angel whispered. Blinking Seto sat in a chair, "what for," he asked. Angel glanced up at him, "for saving him, for helping me, he's like a little brother to me, he's all I have," he expounded. Smiling Seto rubbed Yami's arm, "I'll do anything for a friend or a family member, just remember that," he stated, Angel nodded before staring down at Yami's sleeping face.
Adria watched this and smiled warmly, 'it's good to see that they are smiling again,' she thought to herself.
YAMI NEFERBRE: well, sorry about the wait ppl, but I went on a camping trip last week from Wednesday on, and well, there was no computers there, so yeah, I had to write it all there on paper then re-type it onto the computer. No matter, review please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, Blade, the movie Vampires, Buffy the vampire slayer, or anything else that this story may seem to have, and any song as well.
CHAPTER SIX
"Yami, Yami," a voiced whispered to him, it sounded distant almost non- existent to him. Groaning he struggled to open his eyes as the voice called again, "that's it Yami, wake up, you can do it". The voice was feminine, he could tell, it was encouraging him in an almost motherly way. As he felt his body slowly beginning to wake he felt a large hand holding one of his hands, while other ones, feminine were gently checking over his wounds on his chest.
Groaning he eased his eyes open and nearly scream at the bright lights around him only for Seto's voice to call out to him, "it's all right, they wont hurt you," he soothed. Blinking he allowed his eyes to adjust to the light before he peered around.
A young beautiful doctor stood over him gently dabbing away the sweat on his feverish brow. Her long auburn hair was pulled back with chopsticks and her grey eyes held a soft gaze for him as she gave him a warm smile and continued. Blinking he gazed at Seto then remembered something, sitting up and ignoring the dismayed cry of the two he glanced around, "where is Angel, where is he," he demanded.
Seto grasped his shoulder's and tried to force him to lay back down but Yami's vampire strength was able to keep him up along with his determination, "where is he," he yelled. Sighing Seto pointed to the bed across from his in the small infirmary, "sleeping, he's been worrying non stop about you all night and we just got him to sleep. Now please calm down and lay back down before you hurt yourself more," he pleaded. Sighing Yami reluctantly laid back down against the sift pillow and stared up at the ceiling.
"He's getting pale," pointed the woman, it's been two night's since he's eaten anything, please go fetch something even if it's simply blood in a glass. He needs to eat or his energy to survive this will go out the window". Nodding Seto dashed off and disappeared up a set of stairs close by, Yami watched him only to turn to the woman, "May I as your name," he asked politely. She smiled at him again, "Adria Conroy, I'm one of the Physicians here, a scientist, and a slayer as well. Don't worry I wont harm you," she assured and pulled out a needle from a stand beside her.
Yami whimpered and moved away from her, needles terrified him now after what happened with Valick that night. But that was not the only time that Valick had injected that liquid into his system, he had done it five times in hopes that it would turn him into a full vampire, but it never worked.
She gave him a startled look, "what's wrong," she asked gently, he shook his head at her and then turned his gaze back onto the needle. At that Seto came back down the stairs carrying a glass of blood. When he saw what was going on he placed the glass on the nightstand and pulled Yami against him, he could tell that Yami did not trust those things, not anymore.
"It's all right, I'm here," he assured as he watched Adria flick the needles tip, "it's all right". She strode forward and rubbed some peroxide over Yami's upper arm. The vampire clung to Seto like a child in a nightmare, "please no, don't," he muttered. Seto nodded at Adria and she pushed the needle in, Yami made a sound of protest but Adria injected the morphine and in and then quickly grabbed another one made for blood tests. She reluctantly pushed it in and pulled out a decent amount of blood as fast as she could.
"Get that Ra damn thing out of me," Yami snapped, obediently seeing that she had a decent amount of blood she pulled it out and placed a cap over it. Sighing she placed it on the stand, "there done, I'm sorry but we need a sample of your blood so that we can create a serum to your hunger. We cannot bring you blood forever and I am sure that you would prefer not to drink blood". Pulling away from Seto Yami nodded and blinked his one good eye, "your right, I would prefer to starve than drink more of that stuff. But is there any other way that you could do it," he asked as he laid back down.
Seto sighed, "unfortunately no, needles are the only way, and that will be the way the serum will have to be injected as well. Sorry but you are going to have to get used to needles," he stated. Grunting Yami glared up at them, "if it means being able to become human again and destroying Valick, I'll get used to anything," he stated. Seto smiled, "good, now drink this and I'll take you around the place as best as I can. I want you in a wheelchair though, your wounds are great even for a vampire," he commanded gentle. Nodding Yami willingly took the glass and guzzled the copper tasting liquid down his throat.
Cringing he placed it with petite fingers before returning his gaze back to Seto, "thank you," he muttered. The slayer crocked an elegant brow, "for what," he asked. Blinking Yami glanced away, shame showing clearly on his face, "for helping me out of that place, I could never do it myself, I'm too incompetent," he stated.
Shaking his head Seto sat upon the hospital bed and pulled Yami into another gentle embrace, "I wouldn't say that you're incompetent, just young," he stated. Chuckling wryly Yami shook his head, "young, vampiric, and without half of my soul and brains," he argued. Blinking Seto playfully flicked Yami's ear, the vampire growled slightly in annoyance only to sighed, "Yami, listen, just because you are a vampire does not mean that you are incompetent and vicious. Remember, you have half your soul; you're more human than you seem to think. I would have mistaken you for a human if you had not used your vampiric abilities for movement and had worn different attire".
"Speaking of clothing," Yami interrupted not willing to hear anymore, "I am going to need clothes, I cannot stay in one of these hospital garbs forever". Seeing that Yami was too stubborn to listen to what he was trying to explain, or did not have very high self esteem he willingly stopped and rose to his feet.
"That is one reason why I am taking you around, we can get you fitted for some clothing. Your pick on the style, just no provocative shirts like that one I've seen," he stated. Yami rolled his eyes and flicked a blonde bang out of his face, "there was only a few pieces of provocative clothing that I owned. I and sure as hell did not like them, Scarlet and Valick gave them to me. They both think that I am not a virgin," he expounded.
Seto's eyes went wide, "great Ra please tell me that you are," he blurted out in slight panic. Blinking Yami glared at him, "I do have some honour you know. I have never taken or been taken by anyone, I kill them before they have the chance," he expounded heatedly and slipped his bare legs over the side of the bed.
Smiling with relief Seto grabbed a wheelchair from the corner and wheeled it over to the bed. Hearing a creak he looked up and froze in worried horror; Yami had slipped out of the bed and was swaying on his feet as he leaned against the bed. Jumping forward he put his arm around Yami's waist as he was about to sink to his knees, "be careful you, just because you're a vampire does not mean that you wont suffer as well from wounds".
Yami sent him a vicious glare, "all I want to do is get out of a bed, I have been in one non-stop save for last night for about an hour," he stated, "now may I sit in that wheelchair before I loose my temper and sit down right here".
Blinking Seto chuckled, "you'll sit down, that's an interesting thing to do when you loose your temper". Yami sat down in the wheelchair and glared up at him, "would you prefer me to began clawing at your face," he asked innocently. Shaking his head Seto smiled, "no, I think you would be better off just sitting down. No matter let us go before you get bored enough to rip me to shreds," he teased before pushing the chair towards an elevator nearby.
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The first thing Yami's crimson eye's spotted as they left the elevator was the statue in the centre of the entrance area. His eyes became fixed upon it and he could not tare his gaze away, why he could not explain it but he felt drawn to it before, though he knew that he had never seen it before in his life, he somehow had seen it.
Pulling his gaze away he sighed and glanced around. Young slayers, students by the seems of things for they wore uniforms, not normal ones mind you but uniforms.
Most of them both male and female wore leather pants, though the exceptional few girls wore skirts of the same material that were a decent length. The shirts for girls were halter-tops that draped down till half way down their thighs, lace was over top of the black tops, different colours could be seen, emerald green, two shades of blue, orange, yellow, violet, blood red, and maroon.
Boy's had sleeveless shirts that instead of having lace had a stripe of one of the staid colours through the centre of the upper torso, and the hem of their shirts (which were the same length with the slits).
Each of them had a tattoo of some sort upon their right arm each had a design. One had a sword with two fangs crossed over the blade with hieroglyphics spelling out a word. Then another had a chemical glass with a single blade crossed over it and sparks designed around it, with another hieroglyphic word underneath. The last one was a scroll with a sword underneath, a word placed upon it in both hieroglyphics, but in the old tongue.
Some of them wore long trench coats that were very common, while others wore leather jackets, either with the professional design, or the biker appearance. All the girls had their hair pulled up either in a tight bun an old rarely used Egyptian style. The top half was in small neat braids and pulled onto a half ponytail, the rest was flat down upon their necks and shoulders.
Seto seemed to notice Yami's interest in them and kneeling down began to explain, "these are the students, the different colours you see represent what they are, which is either Scientist, Slayer, or one training to be in the Ministry. Slayers are the two different shades of blue along with the blood red, and orange. The different shades determine the type of weapon and squadron they are going to be in. Orange is a large one with thirty. Crimson it one with about twenty. And dark blue is for ten to fifteen. While ice blue, it for those in squadrons with no more than six.
"Yellow and emerald green signify the scientists. The yellow do the medical, and the emerald do the chemical studies and what not.
"Violet and maroon signify those training for the ministry. The maroon signify those who have come out high with their marks and are able to be honoured with a seat in the fifteen members on the table, the ones who decide almost everything. The Violet are those who will be working as both astrologist and they calculate the stars and what not, but they will also be able to have influence on those in the table party," he stated.
Yami blinked easily comprehending all of this Intel, "that would explain why I can only count twenty with those two colours. Ice blue is also not very common, because the groups are small. But I see that scientists are equal to slayers in numbers". Smiling proudly Seto nodded, "for one who was never taught proper math I am very very impressed. Yes, the number of scientist is always equal to that of the slayers. Don't ask me why but it always has been.
"The students once they are done normal school at fourteen come here and begin their training. Only those that qualify and have at least one parent that works or lives here. Your parents picked fourteen for you to move here was so that you could join straight into the slayers program. You don't have to be very smart to be in it. But those who are end up in the higher levels. Luckily for you they will be teaching you more than the other students so that you may join the high ranked slayers in the ice blue area. There are three squadrons, Blue Eyes, Ice Breakers, Deep Water, and Icicles. Pretty basic but oh well.
But enough of that, once I find Joey and Duke I have a few people you need to meet," stated Seto and wheeled the chair towards the crowd of students.
They turned to him and started with awe, respect, and bewilderment as Seto wheeled him towards a noticeable Joey who was sitting on the edge of the fountain. It was unsettling to him; the last time he had this many eyes gazing upon him was on the ceremony where Valick announced that he would be the prince of Vampires. They were cried of triumph and mockery that surrounded him that night as he stood there in his strange attire. But this group was silent with joy, he did not know how to react.
Joey glanced in their direction as a boy with black hair that was lazily pulled into a ponytail pointed to him. The Blonde smiled at him and he returned the expression, Seto stopped the wheelchair beside them and turned to the student, "resume your conversations".
Rolling his brown eyes Joey glared at the others, "well I must say they did not have to do that to yah," he snapped while crossing his arms. Nodding in agreement Seto leaned down and whispered to Yami, "don't worry about that, they have been waiting for you for years, they could not hold back their curiosity". Sighing Yami nodded, "I know, it's just it triggered a memory that was no very appealing that's all, otherwise I would have just blushed and lowered my gaze from them".
"Blush," Joey asked crocking a brow, "I never knew vampires could". Snapping his eyes upon the young teen Yami glared hard at him, "those like me do, they must have their soul within them to blush and have human like emotions. Other pure blood vampires with no soul think only about themselves and their masters if they have one. Those that are like me are usually regarded with high respect because we can treat the others and sympathize towards the patient and will give them pain medication and what not. The other's that are not smart and find refuge within Valick's castle, are killed fairly quickly on the streets".
Blinking Joey and Duke exchanged glances, "I see," muttered Duke whom was a slayer in training by the dark blue band on his shirt, "I'll keep that in mind. How can you tell if they have half a soul," he asked. Yami sighed and stared at the floor thought fully, when he finally said something it seemed distant, "can you sense anything about me". Squinting Duke nodded, "yeah, an aura, your soul is radiating very strong from your body. When I concentrate there is a glow around your body, it's violet and crimson, not like a normal vampires".
Nodding Yami crossed his arms, "that's how you tell, make sure that your concentration is up the whole time," he stated.
"Oh where are my manners," Seto exclaimed, "Duke this is Yami Al Fahr, my cousin. Yami this is Duke, a good friend of Joey, West, Blade and I". Nodding Duke extended a hand out to him, "It is an honour to meet you Master Al Fahr," he stated politely. Yami blinked at the name and timidly shook the teenagers hand, "please, no formalities, which I am sure that you have been taught. Just call me Yami," he insisted, "and it is my honour to meet you as well".
Smiling Seto turned the wheelchair, "well we have some errands to do so, I will talk to you two at the evening meal. Later," he stated before wheeling Yami away towards a long hallway in the far left hand corner.
The tailor was a nice woman and Yami warmed up to her immediately, though the measurements caused a lot of blushing and embarrassing moment but he lasted through them. He had been supplied with the garb he would need for his schooling, ice blue was what he was assigned as, so eventually as Seto explained, he would be in the Blue Eyes Squadron that Seto led. Other outfits were designed and made for him and would be ready within a few days. So he was set with a rather large wardrobe that satisfied both him and Seto.
Seto got the wheelchair to enter another elevator and took him up to one of the top floors, which were living quarters for some. Yami's gaze was fixed upon the area around him. The walls were a deep mahogany wood panelling with tapestries from ancient times handing along with painted portraits of slayers from, some dating back to just after the Pharaoh had passed on. A deep red carpet ran down along the centre of the hallway, and the doors had gold labels upon them with names carved into them.
"Where are we going," he asked curiously glancing up at his cousin. Smiling down at him Seto leaned forward, "wait and see," was all he said. Yami crocked a brow at him then turned his attention back to the area ahead of him. Finally they turned a corner and went to the first door on the left had wall. Knocking Seto sighed and waited a movement could be heard inside. The doorknob turned and Yami found himself looking up at the man that he had seen the night that he had stumbled in here. The resemblance was there; this must be Akunadin, Seto's father.
Akunadin smiled at Seto, "well well Seto come to say hello to your old man," he stopped when his gaze fell upon Yami. A warm look crossed his face, "ah, I see that you are awake," he stated kneeling down so that he was staring eye to eye with his nephew, "how are you feeling". Blinking Yami tried to make himself seem smaller as a sudden shy feeling crept over him, "better," was all he could say.
The man smiled, "shy are we, no matter come in you two you are just in time for tea," he stated and stepping aside allowed the two into the room. Willingly Seto pushed the wheelchair in, Akunadin then closed the door behind him.
A woman sat upon the couch, her chestnut hair was beginning to grey and was pulled up into a tight bun. She held herself with dignity and wore a long fitting dress of a sapphire shade; it was long sleeved and over her shoulders was a silk shall. Lifting her gaze Yami saw the same blue eyes that her son had, she smiled warmly at him before placing the cup of tea in her hand upon the table and rising to her feet.
"My my have you ever grown since we last laid eyes upon you little one, you were an infant when your parents brought you to the council. How are you feeling," she asked kneeling down in front of the wheelchair. Yami blinked shyly and stared at her in the eyes, "alright, I suppose," he stated. She smiled, "hmm, your like your mother when she meets people, shy and quiet," she stated before grasping his two hands, "I am your Aunt Rosalind, and he is your Uncle Akunadin," she introduce. Swallowing he gave her a smile, "Yami," he managed.
"Come come you three and sit down, your tea will get cold, Seto help Yami onto the couch, it will be much more comfortable for him," insisted Akunadin as he poured two more cups of tea. Chuckling Seto nodded, "yes Father," he stated before boldly lift Yami out of the wheelchair.
"Hey put me down," exclaimed the young vampire in protest, "you'll drop me you oaf". The group laughed openly, "ah but I do not want you to try and stand again on your own like you did down in the infirmary. Now stop protesting like a girl or I'll start calling you one," Seto stated. Yami glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest and grunted in response, "whatever, just put me on the couch before I hurt you". Smiling Seto did so, "that's more like it".
Over the next couple of hours Seto kept Yami within his parents small spare room for if they ever needed to stay over night, something that they had done since Seto had found the vampire out on the streets. The conversed, and when the evening meals were carried to them by some of the students from the high school close by they ate together.
Yami was spent and as the sun began to set behind the black curtains of the room he felt tired and ready to sleep. He was never up during the day and the sun was out longer than the moon, he was somnolent and the pain from his wounds were beginning to come back, the morphine had worked well, until now.
The slayer seemed to notice it and felt his forehead when it was just after nine, "hmm, you have a fever again, the morphine has obviously worn off. I'd better get you back to the infirmary, besides you'll probably want to see Angel". Nodding Yami did not protest when Seto lifted him up, he knew he was too tired and sore to be able to do what he had done earlier and simply allowed it.
Rosalind and Akunadin each gave him a gentle hug and kiss before saying their good nights. Sighing Yami remained silent as Seto wheeled him back to the infirmary and down the elevators. The slayer noticed this and swore that Yami was asleep, and in fact when they entered the infirmary Adria stood beside Angel and she smiled at him, "I take it that he was tired," she stated.
"Is he asleep," Seto asked, she nodded, and smiling Seto picked him up and laid him down upon the bed. Angel rose to his feet and strode over to the bed, his wound was not bothering him enough anyway to stop him. Gently he removed the bandage upon Yami's face and sighed, the wound was healed enough that the bandage no longer had to stay there. Then he timidly ran his digits over the boy's face a smile of relief crossing his features.
"Thank you Seto," Angel whispered. Blinking Seto sat in a chair, "what for," he asked. Angel glanced up at him, "for saving him, for helping me, he's like a little brother to me, he's all I have," he expounded. Smiling Seto rubbed Yami's arm, "I'll do anything for a friend or a family member, just remember that," he stated, Angel nodded before staring down at Yami's sleeping face.
Adria watched this and smiled warmly, 'it's good to see that they are smiling again,' she thought to herself.
YAMI NEFERBRE: well, sorry about the wait ppl, but I went on a camping trip last week from Wednesday on, and well, there was no computers there, so yeah, I had to write it all there on paper then re-type it onto the computer. No matter, review please.