KITG: Thank you for your reviews. Greatly appreciated. Lets get on shall we, before Yami finds me hehehe.
Wounded visitorYugi awoke in the late afternoon, his cuts now crusted, but the pain no less, he could not move because of it. He knew he had bled, but it seemed to have stopped. So it mustn't have been too bad. He looked up as the door opened. There stood Jounouchi. Sadness in his kind eyes.
"Oh yug. I'm so sorry man" he kneeled by Yugi, looking at the marks
"It ok Jou, I know you can't help me….no one can" his eyes cast down,
"Let me clean you up, huh bud?" Yugi nodded, Jou handed him some painkillers and the food he had brought in, he left to get a basin and water. Also some bandages. Luckily Yugi's father was asleep by now. Drunk in his bed. So he had time to help Yugi. He returned. Yugi had finished the meal and was sat up. But Jou could see he was still in pain. He started to clean the cuts and welts, then bandaged them Ushio always knew to leave the arms and legs, also the face alone. So he could dance. And Yugi's father would make him dance no matter his condition. By the time he had finished the sky had begun to dim, they looked up to the skylight, the red hues crossing the sky.
"You had better go Jou, before he wakes up. But thanks" Yugi gave him the smile he used so rarely.
"You're welcome Yug" the boy rose, leaving Yugi to get ready, he heard Jou lock the door after him, so he wouldn't be found out. His father never knew Jou had nicked his key, and got a copy made. He knew Jou would help him if he could, but he had his own trouble. He needed money to get his sister an operation; he had tried before, by robbing a bank. He had escaped, but he had dropped the money in the process. His Father paid Jou. All of the money he made went to his sister. He knew if Jou tried to help him, his uncle would tell the police. Jou wasn't scared of prison. He was scared however. Of his sister going blind. So he had to do as he was told. But he helped where he could. Jou was Yugi's only friend, he got ready. In his outfit. He had made it himself. His Grandfather had taught him hieroglyphics. So he knew exactly what it said. The reason for the vest saying "Pharaohs slave"? Well, that's what he wished he was, his grandfather had been an archaeologist, on one of the expeditions, and he had brought back a puzzle. Giving it to Yugi. He had solved it years ago. When he was 10. But a few years after that. His life had turned to hell. His mother had gotten sick; he lived with his grandfather for a time. But then his father had returned dragging him away. And threatening his grandfather. Leaving. The puzzle was his only link to his past now. One story his grandfather had told him had captured his soul. A tale of a Pharaoh. He had been so feared, that his name had been erased. It had said he was a good king, but then it had changed dramatically, of him being feared, banished.
And the reason for the symbols on his arms that read "I long for death" well that was simple, he did long for death, for release from this hell. He looked up from his thoughts as he heard the key in the door turn. There his father stood.
"Come on Boy, time to work" Yugi stepped from the room, for another night of hell.
Yami had returned to his mausoleum, after the club had closed. He had entered the well-furnished crypt as the storm had continued. The threat of sunrise not dispelling the heavy atmosphere. He switched on the lights, yes the lights. For this place had everything you could want in a home, running water, electricity. The lights illuminated the room, showing off the extravagant furnishings, red silk hung from various places to hide the cold stone, in the back as a four-poster bed. The covers of black silk. Gold hieroglyphs adorning it. He had lived here for years, out of the sunlight. Ra had banished him from his sight centuries ago, now he was a nightwalker, a feaster of lifeblood. An undead creature. He had become used to this though. He took a shower, washing off the smell of the drunk he had killed. And to try and was away the face of the boy, he could not get him out of his mind. He growled in frustration, he would not hurt again, never again. Not after the betrayal of last time
FLASHBACK
"Stay away from me monster" a beautiful girl screamed
"But beloved, it's me. It's Atemu" The voice, deep. Himself
"You have no name. You are Yami. Atemu is dead. Die!" the women came. Dagger in hand. He had run in fear. Heart breaking.
END OF FLASH BACK
Yami groaned again as he turned off the shower, he was tired, dawn now rising, he went to bed, to dream of a boy dancing for his pharaoh.
He awoke the next night with a snarl, damn his dreams. He thought the boy would be out of his mind. What ever, he needed to feed, he dressed in his usual black leather and left the mausoleum, he walked through the moon lit graveyard. The night clear, the moon full. The statue of angles adorning the place here and there, they stood, their continence lit by the silver light of the moon, making them look more divine in a place so full of death. He openly scoffed. Angels? There were no such things.
Leaving the graveyard he went to the park. To wait for his victim. He spread his bat like wings and flew into a tree, landing on a branch that overhung the path. His black wings veins tracing through them folded to his back and vanished like they were never there. He waited. While he waited he found his thoughts yet again drifting to the boy, why had he been so sad, walking off the stage? But why should he care? This thought shot through him, why should he? The trees swayed in the breeze that now blew, blowing the bangs from his face. He looked down, seeing a jogger. There white headband clear in the moonlight, he could hear music, no doubt coming from their Walkman as they ran. It was a female, pink tracksuit clinging to her well-shaped body. Yes, this would make a change.
As she ran underneath he leapt from the branch, piercing her neck in a movement too quick for the eye. He savoured the blood, draining her slowly, sweet, not tainted by booze. He felt her heart slow and stop. He was bout to get rid of the body, when a sharp pain hit his shoulder, he cried out, the arrow imbedded deep, and he turned, seeing the flash of a symbol on long brown jacket. Vampire hunters…. The hunter ran up, dagger of silver drawn. He swiped at Yami. The poison in the arrow making him sluggish. He gasped as the blade caught him under the ribs, making a long scar from which blood poured. Having no choice he took to the sky, to run, he could not go back to his home, they would find it. He had to lead them away. He flew, not knowing for how long, but then fear crept in him, it would be dawn soon, he was so tired, blood loss getting to him, that and the numbing poison. All of a sudden his wings could no longer support him, he fell. Glass welcoming in a crashing embrace, he hit the floor, his would going to black.
Yugi returned from another night of pain, his father throwing him in like before. His father slammed and locked the door, not caring to look inside. Yugi got up, feeling a breeze, looking up he saw his skylight broken, he moved, yes he was sore, but at least it had been only on hour this time, instead of three. He gasped at the form on the floor, glass surrounding it, also some blood. There was a creature. Human by all respects, except for the black wings coming from it's back. He stood afraid a moment. But he had to help it, it was hurt. He looked at the Leather, seeing Egyptian symbols, he read them. Giving a sad smile at what they said, "forever alone in the night." With that Yugi moved forward, his mind decided. With what strength he had left, he lifted the form from the floor to his bed, carefully folding the Wings. He gasped again at his appearance, he looked almost exactly like him, except he had a few more blond bangs that went up to his crown of hair, and it looked like lightning. But this was not time to gawp, he undid the leather vest, opening it to reveal a well muscled chest, his breath caught at the sight, the tan skin moving up and down with it's breathing, then he saw the cut, just under one rib. He rose, pain forgotten, he went over to the first aid kit Jou had left for him, and began to tend to the wound. He cleaned it, but the creature gasped in pain when he touched it, the crimson eyes now being reviled, it sprang from the bed ready you fight, but slumped to one knee with a groan, clasping his shoulder.
Yugi walked forward to kneel beside him.
"You shouldn't move, you're hurt" Yami looked up, straight into those amethyst eyes
"Why should you care mortal," he snapped his hand forward grasping the shoulder of the boy; he was shocked at the amount of pain that came to the boys face. He hadn't grabbed him that hard. "You're not afraid of me?"
"A little yes, but you are hurt. Come on." The mortal grabbed him and led him once more to the bed, he felt safe for some reason. The gentle touch of this on calming him. Yugi began to clean the wound once more, the creature knew it needed blood, it would heal quicker. But he had no desire to harm this mortal. So he let the boy bandage him. This and the fact the numbing poison had taken hold. There was little he could do. He cried out when the boy pulled the arrow out, he had done it quickly, when Yami wasn't expecting it. So he was relaxed. Making the pain less than what it would have been.
"What's your name little one?" he asked after the boy had finished. Though in truth he already knew it.
"Yugi, what's yours?" he thought a moment before responding
"Yami."
"Hum, darkness, nice name." he smiled, melting Yami's heart. He didn't know why, but it mattered to him that the boy liked it.
"You're a Vampire aren't you?" he looked to the boy, snapped back to reality by this question, how did he know?
"Yes" the boy nodded, saying no more, he rose. Yami panicked for a moment, thinking the boy hated him, was going to call the hunters. But all he did was go to the closet. He opened it. It was a walk in one. About 5 meters long Showing loads of outfits he had for dancing, hanging on either side. He went to a shelf, bringing down a thick blanket, which he laid on the floor. He then got a pillow. Lastly he grabbed another cover. He turned back to Yami. Then put his arm around him.
"Come on, it's not far" Yami looked confused at him a moment "it's nearly dawn Yami" Yami looked up to the Skylight, seeing the sky lighten. Yugi was right.
Yugi led him inside. He was laid against the back wall; no sunlight would reach in here, the skylight being the only source for the sun to gain entry. He gently laid Yami down, the covered him.
"You had better rest Yami. But try not to make a sound. I wouldn't want my uncle to see you. Yami looked up and Yugi gasped, seeing only his eyes. Those beautiful crimson eyes.
"You were in the club the other night" it was a statement not a question. Yami only nodded, feeling tired
"Sleep Yami." Yugi turned from the room, closing the closet door, he was so tired. He couldn't be bothered to see to his own wounds. He forgot the closet had slats, so he took off his vest, exposing the bloody back. Yami gasped seeing this. The pain in those. He saw Yugi gently lower himself to the bed. The gasps of pain reaching Yami's ears. The teen lay on his side, the only place that boar no mark, his face towards the closet. Yami watched as the boy quivered from the pain, then close his eyes. Who had done this to one who looked so innocent? He who had shown a demon like him kindness when he deserved none for being what he was. But he could not ask now. No. He vowed to find out who had hurt this pure one…….he swore it.
KITG: thanks again to Yamiseirei for proof reading this for me.
