Well, I never expected this to be so popular, so I decided to keep the first chapter and then inspiration struck for a continuation. Though I have upped the rating and it's going to be very dark. And maybe shonen-ai, if that's what people want.
This chapter will be dark, and the next will be slightly happier. And longer.
-The Job-
The alley was eerily dark, dawn only just setting in, streaking the gloomy blue sky pink and gold.
On the dirty stone floor cold, emerald green eyes stared out at nothing, a light early morning breeze swept past, brushing back ebony strands of silky hair. The wind ruffled the boy's jacket; the deep blue material still clung to paling frame. A thick liquid staining the material violet. The colour of his eyes. The boy he had hurt.
He would never harm him again, that was made certain of. Right now a thin figure was standing over the prone boy, watching with a sick, sadistic smirk on his face. He leaned over the body, and ran his fingers over an open wound, tasting the coppery substance before smearing a little over the pale boys face.
And then he laughed.
He was actually happy for what he had done; to him, he had completed the job he was sent to do. He had punished the one who had hurt his hikari so badly, he had done right and now Yuugi would be pleased.
The darkling continued laughing, as he returned to the sleeping light, waiting for congratulations and a hug from the little one.
His hand unconsciously wiped a speck of blood from his cheek; he had been careless with this man's punishment, just wanting him to feel pain as his aibou had for the past months. He was finally getting his retribution for torturing such an innocent soul.
As Yami reached the end of the alley, he looked back at the body, his face deadly serious, eyes narrowed he spoke in a low raspy voice.
"No one hurts my aibou…and lives to tell of it."
Stalking back to his hikari's bedside he left the scene, dried blood covered the damp grey stone walls, messages written in hieroglyphics from the man's blood. Yami had been particularly careful, and had taken the blood with the man perfectly alive and aware; just so that he could feel the pain that much more.
The strange writings were also engraved into the mans skin, the blood had stopped flowing now, and they were clearly legible. If you could read ancient Egyptian that is. They read what Yami had said to the man:
No one hurts my aibou…and lives to tell of it.
-To be Continued-
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-Written: 20th May 2004
-Latest edition: 20th May 2004
-Dagger