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Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Never have, never will. If I did, Atem would act darker like this one, and wouldn't leave!

Pairings: AtemxAnzu, SethxShizuka, JounouchixMai, and others.

Warnings: OOC-ness, strong language, mature themes, sexual themes... Get my drift?

Genre: Action/adventure, romance, angst and... I dunno.

Plot:

((AU Dark fic)) In a world where vampires are gods, humans are low, and slaves are treated as dirt, Anzu is a pleasure slave, serving years in bed. Atem is a high-ranked vampire, in need of... entertainment. Could love between a lowly pleasure slave that lost the ability to love and an arrogant, cold vampire exist in such a world where status is everything, and your image determines how you're treated? AtemxAnzu

Dark Desires By: xKuroSeraphimx

Chapter 5: Doppelgangers

A little girl sat down on the emerald colored grass, sobbing uncontrollably. She was about to be sold into slavery, just after her parents had died, their house burning down to the ground, taking the bodies with it. At least the people who captured her had enough sympathy to let her walk around freely for a while, but they outfitted the girl with a strange brown collar around her neck.

Why wasn't she just out playing while she had her freedom instead of just sitting there, sobbing? What do you think? She lost her parents and was still feeling raw about it; a girl at the young age of six witnessed the brutal murder of her parents by a cloaked figure, and the destruction of her home.

Not noticing the presence coming to her, she squeaked when a rough hand placed itself on her shoulder, but gently. She slowly turned around to face a pair of sapphire eyes, much like her own. In front of her stood a young man about 14, wearing a silk cotton shirt, black baggy pants, his legs adorned with hard, black boots. His face seemed to be carved out of ice, displaying somewhat of his nature, and he had long, ebony hair that reached to the middle of his back. Strangely enough, she felt like she knew him somewhere...

"Why are you crying, little one?" he asked in a deep voice full of concern.

She sniffed again and rubbed her puffy and red eyes to try and clear away the tears that had flown down her cheeks.

"... Be-Because I l-lost... my p-parents..." she sobbed, her body racked with crying.

"Oh, you poor thing... I lost my parents too recently. But you must be strong. Your parents would have eventually died anyway, right? You have to take care of yourself now." He replied soothingly.

"... B-But I still want them... alive..."

He nodded. "Everyone who has lost loved ones wishes that they were still alive. Listen, all things come and go, when there's always a beginning there's an end to it. No exceptions, even a vampire dies anyway, not by time, but by the sun or being pierced in the heart. When we lose someone dear, I know it is hard to let the memory go; let them go, but most people move on with their life. You have to, too. Even if you are going into slavery, you'll still make it."

The girl merely stared at him, her mouth slightly open at his words. She was about to say something when he suddenly stood up, dusted himself off and began walking away. She stood up from her spot and asked him why he was suddenly leaving.

"I have some things to do, little one. Someday, you'll see me again... Don't worry..." he murmured without looking at her.

"... B-But..." she stuttered unsure of what to say.

He chuckled softly before turning with a smile on his face. The strange thing was...

His sapphire eyes weren't smiling at all.

"I'll tell you my name. It's A---"

"Anzu, if you're not going to start eating your food, I'll just have to spoon-feed you myself then." Atem's voice cut through her thoughts like a sharp knife, a surly smirk on his face.

Anzu snapped out of her trance like stupor. "H-Huh? Oh... Uh, no thanks... really..." she said. Atem stared at her for a few moments before shrugging and raising the cup of blood to his lips.

They were both in a lavishly decorated and large dining room. The dining room itself looked liked it would serve at least 20 people. She sat near Atem who sat on one of the ends, sipping a cup of blood while she ate lukewarm spaghetti that was really good in fact.

After swallowing a mouthful of spaghetti and drinking a glass of cold water, she turned to Atem who was moving the glass around to see the blood move inside. She grimaced slightly at the scene.

"S-Say... Atem? What time is it?" she asked curiously.

"Only eight and half, little angel. Why do you ask?" he replied, taking in another sip.

"Oh... Just wondering where all the others are." She answered, moving some noodles around on her plate absent-mindedly.

"Don't worry, usually they sleep in late when the day the light sun comes up." He said simply, setting his glass down on the mahogany colored table to yawn for a bit, his inch-long fangs visibly shown as he did so.

"You... Didn't get any sleep?"

The King of Games shook his head. "No, I can go on for a few days. Actually, I never had rest since the last time the sun came up... he mused thoughtfully.

Anzu nearly spit out the water she was drinking. It hurt to swallow at that but she did anyway. Slowly setting her glass cup down before she really made a mess, she turned to him with pure concern in her sapphire eyes.

"That long? Haven't you felt like just... falling over in exhaustion?" she asked, concern was in her voice too.

Atem laughed at that, causing the brunette to stare at him quizzically, a neatly trimmed eyebrow raised. He finally stopped laughing; turning to her, his crimson eyes glowed with fierce amusement.

"Please, I am a strong vampire you know, I can go on for a little longer... But then again," he set the glass cup down and stretched his lithe body, unaware of Anzu's sapphire gaze roaming up and down his chest. "I guess I do need a break." He stood up from his seat and walked to the door, awaiting Anzu for a bit. She quickly ate the last of her spaghetti, sipped her cold water and stood up and ran to him.

"... Um... Where are we going... now?" she asked curiously.

A small grin curved up his lips, but Anzu was unaware of it since she only trailed a few inches behind him.

"My room, where else would I sleep?" he heard a faint squeak from behind and knew she must be blushing shades of red right now. He chuckled for a moment. He spoke again, "Don't worry, little angel, nothing will happen... Unless you really want me to."

Atem cast a sly look at Anzu who immediately brightened even more. He decided not to look into her mind to find out what she was really thinking about now, it was already written all over her face.

They reached his room and he opened the door and went in. Anzu was reluctant to go in, but did so anyway. That was when she finally was fully inside, the door closed with a snap, a small sound of a click followed afterward, signaling it was locked. Anzu swerved to the door, as if to expect it to open again if she faced it but it didn't. Small sweat formed down her brow, but somehow, she instantly felt a little calm when she felt strong arms wound themselves around her waist and found his mouth near her ear.

'Oh, God no...' she thought in her head, silently praying he didn't hear her.

A low rumble in his throat emitted, chuckling softly. "It's okay, little angel. Like I told you, nothing will happen... except for a little teasing. And, if you wanted for something to happen, no one will know, the walls are soundproof."

Anzu frowned slightly at the statement, but her expression turned to that of surprise when she felt a moist tongue slipped up her neck, starting from the point of the collar she wore, till... crap, she didn't know, her mind was now numb (again) because of the sensual action he was doing now.

She felt herself being lifted a bit from the ground and found herself to be on crimson and black sheets, she stared up at Atem who had a smile of satisfaction on his face.

"... A-Atem... What am I...?"

His lips silenced her with a kiss, his lips feeling like velvet and tasted a bit like blood mixed together, she couldn't help but close her eyes, one of his hands slowly trailing his fingertips across her exposed abdomen, feeling her soft skin.

"What I am doing is having you sleep next to me. From now on, this'll be your room. I always wanted to have a woman by my side." He whispered huskily in her ear.

"You could have... I mean..."

He shook his head, lying next to her side. Her eyes widened slightly, the blush on her cheeks darkening even more so when she found out he didn't have his leather black tang top and trench coat on, showing off his finely-toned chest and abs (author drools). He slipped an arm around her waist again and pulled her closer to him.

"None were like you, and none will be like you. Remember what I told to you before? You're more worth than what you and others think. You're not like the rest of them." He said.

There was a pause of silence before the brunette spoke, "... But... I'm still a slave in some standards. I'm still... bound... I still have to obey standard protocol of our world and... I don't think I've shed my slave skin..."

She heard him growl low like a fierce tiger, causing her to feel a little frightened. His hold on her tightened, his crimson eyes flashing with a deadly glint in them.

"Not in my house you won't," he growled. "And... I know it'll take some time for you to shed that old slave skin, and I don't deny that you're still a slave, but in my house, you will not act like it and you will not obey protocol, understand, Anzu?"

"Um... Okay..." she whispered. "But then... if you don't deny that I'm still a slave... who do I belong to?"

There was a pause before his trademark grin showed itself on his lips. He kissed her sweetly for a few long moments before pulling away.

"Me," he answered slowly. "You belong to me, you're mine, and no one's going to change that..."

Hikaru fixed his shirt, tucking the black turtleneck sweater in his pants. Grabbing his white trench coat, he walked out of his room, locking it swiftly and ambled slowly to the garage of the mansion.

His mind went over with what happened between Anzu and him. His eyes narrowed dangerously into slits.

'There's only one person I could think of that can control me like that... But the control was sort of weak, but strong enough to play with my limbs...' he thought, turning to a corner and began climbing down the stairs from the second floor to the first. One of the fists in his trench coat pocket balled tightly into a fist.

'Did his powers grow that much? How? Someone like him couldn't have full access to his powers so fast in such a minimal time. Wait, what am I thinking? I should know better than to underestimate what he's capable of... That was just a small taste of what he could do to me... and to the others.'

He finally made it inside the cool garage, the dark sun finally up. He growled in his throat, his frown turning into a fierce glare.

'Shit! He knows! Dammit, of all times he could've chose, he had to choose now. Great... This is just great... But then again... He's waiting, biding his time... It won't be long till things get really ugly.'

He reached a sleek, black motorcycle. Grabbing the helmet that hanged on one of the mirrors and putting it on, he mounted the vehicle and started the engine. It roared to life before it sped out of the building.

'For now... I'll just get things prepared as well...' he thought, speeding out into the bustling streets of Domino City.

Jounouchi yawned out loud, stretching out the muscles in his body. He just finished scouting the patrols around the factory he was assigned to. When he had awakened from his sleep, he found a note from Atem on the desk next to his bed, telling him of his orders. He just shrugged it off as nothing important, but damn man! He was bored! He didn't think the factory would worry over such small things. He growled. They were just lazy enough to eradicate the problem themselves, always asking help from Seto and Atem like they were the leaders of their world.

Then again, that statement was kind of true. No one dared to go against the both of them, if they did, they just signed their death warrant.

His thoughts were on a certain blonde vampire but were soon broken when a guard came up to him, a small smile on his face. Jounouchi merely waved a hand at him.

"Ready to leave yet, Lord Jounouchi?" he asked politely.

Jounouchi smiled. "Yep, it's time I turned in. Nothing wrong now. The security is just fine. I just added a few adjustments to the place and everything's good to go." He replied cheerfully.

The guard nodded. "Well, we thank you for the service." He saluted.

The blonde vampire saluted to. Then he turned with a wave, walking away. Suddenly, he felt a searing pain in his left arm and found a dagger in it, the guard holding it with a sweetly murderous vampire.

That did it, Jounouchi roared and kicked the guard off but missed him as he flipped backwards to avoid the blow, the dagger still in his hand.

"You bastard!" Jounouchi shouted, holding the wound. "Who the bloody hell are you!"

The guard merely cackled like a madman. Then he stood up and spoke, but his voice was deeper and familiar, "Jounouchi, you're still a lax vampire like always. Tsk, tsk, had you been more alerted, you would've avoided a blow like that."

Jounouchi growled dangerously at the man. His chocolate colored eyes narrowing into slits but that didn't faze his enemy that stood before him.

"I asked you: who the hell are you!" he shouted again, fingering the hilt of his broadsword that was strapped to the back of his waist.

"H-Heh hehehe... Fine, but really, you should know who I am!"

Then the man began to change shape right in front of Jounouchi's eyes. Now the man's brown short hair was white as cotton, his lavender eyes, a scar on the right eye glinting madly through the darkness, the guards uniform turned into a black trench coat and shirt underneath, the guard's pants turning into black baggy pants and boots, the complexion turning to a copper sheen.

Finally, Jounouchi knew who now stood before him. 'He just changed right before me! There's only one kind of race I know that could do that and there's only one person in this whole world that has that kind of power!'

He shouted, "Bakura! What the hell are you doing here!"

Bakura laughed out into the darkness. He continued to laugh for a few moments before saying, "What do you mean? Geez, have you gone duller since the last time I saw you? You should know why I'm here! I came back for revenge of course! Revenge against what you and that bastard Atem did to my race!"

A sinister smirk appeared on Jounouchi's face. "Hmph, if you don't already know, your race was a nuisance to the other races! Doppelgangers were getting too power hungry, so, what else would you think we would've done to stop you and your people from getting too powerful?" he said. "I'd say good riddance!"

Bakura roared and charged at Jounouchi, thrusting the dagger at him. Jounouchi effortlessly dodged the weapon, bringing out his broadsword.

But thanks to Bakura's agility of being a thief as well, the albino-haired thief somersaulted out of the way when Jounouchi did a wide arc to him. Jounouchi raised the broadsword over his head when he landed and brought the sword down, only to clash into Bakura's dagger, now were both pushing at each other.

Bakura smirked before sending a powerful kick to Jounouchi's stomach. Blood spurted out the blonde vampires mouth, sending him to his knees. Another kick was sent to his face, cracking the bones in his jaw. Jounouchi rolled over, but quickly recuperated looking up to see Bakura charge at him in inhuman speed, dagger ready.

When he brought the dagger down, Jounouchi flipped from position and timed seemed to slow down while he whipped out a black 9 millimeter and pointed at Bakura. But Bakura caught a glimpse of his action and moved out of the way but not in time once the bullet pierced through his shoulder.

Bakura let out a cry of pain, falling down to the dirt. Jounouchi let out a dark chuckle, pointing the barrel at his face.

"Ehehehe... Too bad for you, the only good thing about Doppelgangers is just changing their shape. They only live longer than the humans, but they don't have the other traits a vampire has. Hmph, we should've made a thorough search through the world to fully exterminate your race." He said.

Bakura merely cackled the same laughter while getting up. Jounouchi glared at him, ready to pull the trigger when he heard a pair of hooves running toward him. He turned and rolled out of the way just in time to dodge a sword.

He looked up to see Bakura standing with a cloaked rider with beady red eyes. He turned his head to the left to see more pairs of beady red eyes. He didn't know how many were there, they easily blended in with the darkness. Cold sweat trickled down his brow as he realized the situation he was now in.

'Shit! Who are they?' he turned to Bakura who had a mad smirk on his face. 'Damn him! What has he been doing these past years? No, I can't worry about that. I have to leave now, but...'

Bakura laughed for a moment before saying, "Jounouchi, I'll do you a favor, I'll let you run on home and tell Atem. I'm sure he'd be happy to hear that I'm still alive. Besides, I'm sure he'll tighten security around that wench he just bought."

Jounouchi's eyes widened. "You... You know about her!"

"Hmph, a skilled thief is an informed thief. The woman's name is Anzu, correct?" he tried out the name on his lips. "I would like to see the woman, but first, I need you to do the task that is needed. Run along now."

Jounouchi growled at him, but knew that he couldn't do anything alone. He didn't expect to run into someone like Bakura with these suspicious riders. And he felt there was something even more deadly in the area. It felt strangely like the presence he sensed inside Anzu. But how...?

He growled once again and got up before running from the place. Bakura let out a dark laugh, seeing that the plan had worked.

"... I think you over did it." Said a voice next to him. He turned his narrowed lavender eyes to a cloaked man. He wasn't like the other riders. He was different in a way. His whole aura was different from any human or vampire, but it was deadly and cold.

"Hmm, you think so? You're the one who's planning this. I'm just doing what you're telling me to do." He replied calmly.

He heard a grunt from the cloaked man. "I'm telling you what to do... But I'm not telling you how to act it out. You're going to ruin the plans. Just be careful not to end up with all your limbs ripped out." With that, Bakura felt his presence leave the vicinity, along with the riders, leaving him alone.

Bakura grunted before sheathing his dagger. Looking up to the sky, he couldn't wait to see the King of Game's blood on his hands... Along with the wench he was soon falling in love with.

Ugh... I know I was cheerful in the beginning but now that I look at the chapter... I don't know if that's good with you. Please bear with me! The exciting parts are coming! Just keep on reviewing to get them! I'll make it up to you guys! Bye now!