Authoress Notes: Hello again! How is everyone? I hope you're all doing great! Anyway, thank you for the reviews for the last chapter and I hope that you enjoy this chapter like the previous ones! I'm trying my hardest and am doing well. Well, enough of this, let's go!

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 6: Necromancers, sorcerers, and God Orbs.

The vampire was thrown down on the ground with a loud thud. He stared up into the cold indigo eyes of Hikaru, who held a sleek black 9-millimeter in his hand. Putting the weapon in the holster, the tall ivory-haired man walked to a chair and sat on it near the man, putting his elbows on his knees, leaning to the writhing vampire, the deadly look in his eyes increasing every second that past in seeing the other vampire in pain.

"... W-What! I told you all the things I know!" the vampire shrieked at Hikaru who glared at him. He couldn't stand up since Hikaru shot his left kneecap after he had told him information he was seeking.

"No, you didn't," Hikaru whispered, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "I know you aren't. You haven't told me all that I needed to know. He is in Domino City right now, planning and biding his time. I'm sure he had contact with you."

"I told you! I don't know anything else other than that!" he shouted at him.

There was a loud roar of a gunshot and the sound of the vampire shrieking in pain. Hikaru had the gun out, shooting him in the other kneecap, while fishing for something in his white trench coat pocket. Placing the gun on the table beside the chair, Hikaru took out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes and lit one, inhaling the scent and blowing it in the direction of the vampire's face.

"Liar," he hissed quietly, pocketing the lighter. "Your face and mind tells me differently, even your eyes, you're open like a book. Besides, you shouldn't try to fool someone who had ties with him and ties with Atem."

The vampire stared at the ivory-haired man in pain and fear. He couldn't believe that he would step up his doorstep again, never again. But now that he was back, he was now facing Hikaru the Cold Executioner. Like the title means, he was an executioner with a demeanor of cold ice; he had got the name when he was paying back the people who wronged him in the beginning, always having a neutral, cold face throughout most of the torture. To mess with the Cold Executioner was to have hell in your house; it was not good to try him, it would lead to things getting messy, especially when he was in a shitty mood or in the need of answers really fast.

"You... You should know w-why he is... h-here... He s-said that he was going to begin... what he planned a... a long time ago..." the other vampire finally admitted.

Hikaru let out a puff of smoke, flicking off some of the burnt weed at the vampire. He spoke, "Really? But why? Did he tell you why he was starting now?"

The vampire shook his head vigorously, the wounds in his kneecaps throbbing very painfully as every second passed. "N-No! All he just told me to get... ready for something... He didn't tell me, I swear to God, he just told me that..."

He let out a howl of pain when Hikaru's booted foot slammed on one of his wounded kneecaps, grinding it slowly, letting the vampire let out ragged screams and gasps as the pain doubled. He managed to look into Hikaru's face and was terrified to find a murderous smile on his normally neutral face, his indigo black eyes shining with deadly intent written all over them.

"Prepare for what? Now then, be thankful that you're a vampire, because normally a human wouldn't last with the blood loss and that I'm not done with you... yet. Just one more question... Just one, small question that you need to answer honestly or else," he twisted his booted leg around the wound, applying more pressure and making the vampire let out a fresh scream making the glint in Hikaru's eyes flash more. "Tell me this, did he mention her?"

The vampire said nothing, just stared at him with that same terrified look on his face. Hikaru was ticked off at this and lifted his foot and slammed his booted foot down again, smashing the bones underneath, a loud piercing scream erupting throughout the area. "Answer me!" he roared.

"YES! Y-YES! H-H-HE DID, GODDAMMIT!" the vampire screamed out in agony. "He... all he just said about her was that he... dammit, that he couldn't wait till the his first plans were... f-finished! He said... He said he couldn't wait t-to me-meet her again...! That's all! AGHHH!"

Hikaru lifted his boot slowly from the vampire's crushed kneecap, a satisfied smirk on his face. Letting out a puff of smoke from his nostrils, he stood, picked up the gun and pointed at the writhing vampire.

One, two, three times... five times... ten times Hikaru shot the vampire, each roar of gunshot louder than the previous, only accompanied by the agonized shrieks from the vampire. Hikaru merely grunted after that, till his eyes spotted two bottles of beer and vodka. A cold smile stretched across his lips as he picked the both of them between his fingers and spraying the liquid contents around the living room and the vampire body. He threw the bottles lazily to the walls, making them crash into millions of pieces.

Walking to the entrance of the living room, he turned to the mess he made. He smirked again before flicking the cigarette at the body of the vampire and walking out of the door.

Only a few paces away from the house, it burst into flames. Hikaru grunted in satisfaction, leaning on his black motorcycle, enjoying the sight of the burning house like he was actually watching fireworks. He fished out his lighter and the pack and lit another cigarette, taking a few long minutes before dropping the cigar on the floor and stepping on it.

'He was wasn't much of a help than I thought he would... Oh well, I got sufficient enough to figure out what he is thinking and planning.' He thought, grabbing the helmet.

Mounting the motorcycle, the engine roared to life. Adjusting the helmet he wore a bit, he drove off, an all-knowing smirk on his face as he made his way back to the mansion.

She moaned slightly as she woke, trying to move to the other side, but she couldn't. She frowned slightly, her half-asleep mind not working properly like her vision. She yawned and finally got a clearer view in front of her.

Tanned skin...

A well-defined chest...

A bizarre haircut in three colors...

... Huh? Wait a second...

... EEP!

ATEM!

Before Anzu had a chance to throttle him into oblivion, he awoke, his crimson eyes looking at her sleepily; she just remained frozen in position, her blue eyes wide with surprise.

After a while, a small smirk appeared on his face. Sweat trickled down her brow, knowing what that smirk usually meant.

"So," he murmured, his deep voice sounding a little rougher than usual. "Had a nice sleep?"

Anzu bit her tongue painfully to stop herself from answering that question. He merely chuckled softly before sitting up, making Anzu let out a quiet sigh of relief. Then she had an assortment of clothes thrown abruptly at her face.

"H-Hey!" she called angrily, glaring at Atem who still had on that smirk. "My bathroom is over there," he said, pointing to a door at the corner of the room near the cabinet and crimson-colored drapes covering the window. "Get cleaned up and don't take too long... Unless, you would like for me to join you?"

Anzu blushed seven color shades of red before running into the bathroom and carefully locking it, hearing the sound of Atem's amused chuckles on the other side. She glared at the door before turning to a lavishly looking bathroom with golden linings and black and white marble all around her.

She placed the clothes on the sink's counter before scanning the bathtub as if there was something wrong with it, something that might jump at her when she least expected.

((Don't worry little angel, no shark is going to come up and eat you.)) Said Atem's voice in her mind amusingly.

'Do you mind!' she shouted in her head, a blush staining her cheeks, looking at the ceiling as if she would find him up there, her arms slowly coming up to cover her chest area, folding them.

((Hmm... I would if you wanted.)) He replied slyly.

She took a deep breath and thought in her head, 'GET OUT OF MY MIND!' She shrieked at the top of her lungs.

That had the desired effect; she heard the vampire hiss at her and could picture him shaking his head. She smiled in satisfaction before turning on the water.

Muttering curses and obscenities under his breath, Atem put on his black tang top and trench coat. He stared at the door leading to the bathroom but shook his head, he knew she would throttle him in nothing but a simple towel (which was painfully tempting) and wouldn't stop until she beat the memory out of his mind. He shrugged his shoulders before he heard the door to his room slam open.

He turned to see Jounouchi and Mai standing at the doorway with distressed looks on their faces. Immediately, he sensed that something was wrong and went over to them.

"Is something wrong? Did anything happen, Jounouchi?" he asked, his voice full of alarm, his eyes narrowing to slits.

Jounouchi nodded his head. "Yeah... Something is wrong... Though, we shouldn't discuss this here." He replied. Atem nodded and the three of them left his room.

"And that's what happened..." Jounouchi said after explaining what happened when he was at the factory.

Both Atem and Mai had the same expression on their faces: shocked and angry. They couldn't believe what they had heard, Bakura was actually alive? After the massacre of his family and his race? Atem and everyone else who had joined in the act had seen him dead, Atem had killed him personally. He shouldn't have survived fatal wounds and the bomb that was set and exploded in the area in where he had lived.

"But how could how could that be! We saw him die! We checked him to make sure he stayed dead. What didn't we overlook?" Mai questioned hysterically.

Atem raked a hand through his tri-colored hair, growling in frustration. "What we overlooked was the missing of his body. Obviously, he was resurrected somehow." He said.

"Huh! But Atem... No one could resurrect the dead... I mean necromancers and sorcerers were able to do that and control the vampires because they were already dead, but the bodies were made into zombies and their lot were eradicated 500 years before the genocide of the Doppelgangers! There was a thorough search for them later on."

"But the necromancers and sorcerers were short on numbers, the Doppelgangers made about 1.5 billion of the world's population." Jounouchi cut in, pointing out that fact. "We did do a thorough search of the Doppelgangers lot, but I guess one of them survived, or, like what you said Atem, Bakura survived. But who could have done it? Necromancers and sorcerers had short lives like the humans, so they couldn't be still alive."

"Maybe their blood might have mixed with another race, have you ever thought of that?" asked a voice from the west entrance of the garden.

The three vampires whipped their heads to where the voice came from only to find Hikaru stand with a tanned, blonde-haired Egyptian wearing a black tang top and khaki cargo pants. Atem's crimson eyes narrowed at the sight of the Egyptian man but then they soon widened as he finally recognized who it was.

"M-Malik!" he said.

"W-What'd you say!" both the blonde vampires turned to Atem who continued to stare at the man named Malik then turned to the tanned Egyptian again with their mouths hanging slightly open.

Hikaru rolled his eyes in annoyance before standing up straight from leaning on one of the pillars he was leaning on and began walking with Malik.

"M-Malik Ishtar... Is that really you?" Jounouchi asked, his chocolate eyes wide with shock.

The tall, ivory-haired vampire snorted, rolling his eyes again at Jounouchi's ignorance. "Is there anyone else here that is named after Malik? Honestly Jounouchi, he's standing in front of you, for God's sake!"

The blonde vampire shook with rage and raised a hand at Hikaru's face. "Grrr... No one asked you!" he shouted. He turned to Malik who had a bored expression on his face. Jounouchi scratched the back of his head. "Ehehe... Glad to see you again, Malik."

Malik rolled his violet eyes. "Pleasure, Jounouchi, Mai, Atem." He said, bowing his head to each of them politely. "It's been a while, and if you wanted to know why I'm here, Rishid, my older sister, Isis and I were called to take care of some people. You know... with us being Healers and all. I met Hikaru here when I needed a ride from a station he was passing by, just thought I would pay a visit to you guys and came here, hearing what you guys are talking about. I called Isis to tell her where I'll be for awhile."

"I see, well, what was it that you were saying about the bloods of sorcerers and necromancers mixing with the blood of another race?" Atem asked, cutting it right back to the chase.

Malik nodded his head. "Well, as I was saying, necromancers or sorcerers could've mixed their blood with another race. I mean, there wasn't a contract made to prevent races to mingle with other races till then-except with the humans, there were still laws of not mingling with them-so, the blood could've thrived through the years and if the blood was faint, the person out there could still do what they did centuries ago." He explained. He sighed, "Do you remember why there was a need to perform genocide on them?"

Jounouchi opened his mouth but Hikaru beat him to it. "Because of their actions with messing with the dead and for their search for the three God Orbs." He answered, all the while Jounouchi and Mai glaring at him.

Then Jounouchi's glowering expression immediately turned curious at the mention of what Hikaru had said. "God Orbs? I thought those were mere legends?"

"Technically, yes," Malik replied. "But to them, they said they were real. The sapphire orb, Obelisk the Tormentor, the ruby orb, the Saint Dragon of Osiris, and the gold orb, the Winged Divine Dragon of Ra, these were said to be the three God Orbs, holding them could ensure you utter control of the world. But, they've been sealed somewhere and have never been found, so, it is not unusual for some people to say that they are legend."

"And you think that whoever had said to revive Bakura a person looking for these three Orbs?" Atem asked, his eyes narrowed even more than they usually are.

"I've been confirmed by a source I know of that it could be necromancers or sorcerers..." Hikaru said but then he shook his head. "Sadly, this person died recently. He hasn't been of any help since then."

Then Jounouchi's head perked up. "Hey wait a minute! I remember feeling this sort of strange presence around Bakura till his riders showed up." He said.

"What 'presence,' Jounouchi?" Mai asked curiously. "What do you mean?" By now, all eyes were on him.

Jounouchi shifted in his position but managed to say, "Well, I don't know how to explain it but... Umm... it felt sort of like... I don't know, it felt sort of what like felt around Anzu..."

If looks could really kill a person, by now, Jounouchi would've dropped dead now by the looks Hikaru and Atem were giving him. They did not like the news of him saying that this presence felt just like hers. But thankfully, both Mai and Malik didn't know what he meant and was gazing back at him quizzically.

"Huh? Now you lost me there, Jounouchi. What did you mean that this presence felt like Anzu's?" then Mai paused and turned to Hikaru who raised a neatly trimmed eyebrow up in interest. "You... Do you know what he is talking about?"

He sent her a look of pure disgust. "What, are you accusing me of knowing something that might put her in danger?" he asked, unfolding his arms and staring down at Mai who didn't even flinch under his gaze.

"Well, you've been acting weird up till you came back here. You must have known something, what, you go around doing errands, you should've heard something that might be involved in this." She said.

A murderous smile curved up his lips. "Have I been acting weird? You must be mistaken, miss aristo. And I have heard nothing that might be connected to this. I just heard things long, long ago that were just considered rumors. So don't accuse me of anything you don't know, you stupid wench!" he snapped.

Immediately, Jounouchi had grabbed hold of the front of Hikaru's collar, his chocolate eyes darkening like his demeanor, filling with deadly intent.

"How dare you call her a wench, Hikaru! Show some respect!" he roared, raising his fist.

A dark smile replaced the smirk, and before Jounouchi could do anything to react, he was sent into the fountain, his back slamming hard on the stone texture and making a dent in it. Hikaru made an attempt to proceed to him, but was stopped by Atem standing in front of him, his crimson eyes narrowing into slits, a ruby colored aura around him emanating from his body, while Mai helped Jounouchi to his feet, a bruise on his cheek.

"That's enough you two," Atem commanded quietly. "This is not the time nor place to start a senseless brawl."

"It's not a senseless brawl, Atem. If you just get out of the way, I'll knock the rest of his senses out of him." Hikaru growled, a deadly glint in his eyes while an indigo black aura surrounded him as well.

"I thought we were here to discuss of Bakura and the current situation at hand," Malik cut in, stepping between Hikaru, Atem and Mai and Jounouchi. "I don't want to have you two fight again, or it'll take some time for me to heal your wounds, despite you guys healing powers. And Mai, you're the one who sparked this. We can't just start false accusations just because people are acting weird and have been gone for a while."

Mai and Hikaru sent each other nasty looks before focusing their attention on Malik. Jounouchi wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and gave a look of loathing to Hikaru who merely glanced at him through the corner of his eyes and smirked.

Malik spoke, "Now, as we were discussing, this presence Jounouchi, you said it felt like the presence of a woman named... Anzu? Who's she?"

"She's a pleasure slave I bought recently," answered Atem with a smile on his face. "Apparently, there's something up with her, but we are not able to confirm what it is. I've had suspicions of what it might mean, but there are something's that go up against my suspicions..."

The Egyptian Healer cocked an eyebrow up in interest. "Oh really? May I see this Anzu? Maybe she can help." He suggested. Atem shrugged muttering something that sounded like, "I guess so..."

"Why do you suggest that, Malik?" Hikaru asked curiously.

"Well, if this presence that Jounouchi felt is similar to what you guys have felt, then I would simply tap into her feelings when you guys feel it again and see what it is... It's just a suggestion anyway. The mention of Bakura, the three God Orbs, and necromancers and sorcerers and Doppelgangers is a serious threat, Hikaru. We must act quickly." Then he turned to Atem, nodding his head. "Lead the way to the lady, Atem."

The King of Games nodded back and began leading them. While walking, Hikaru couldn't help but have sudden thoughts run through his head, and since that everyone seemed to be preoccupied with having a chat with Malik, it kept his thoughts hidden.

'... Act quickly...? It may already be too late...'

Seto yawned out loud while walking down one of the halls to the elevator. What a wonderful day it had been, another day full of normal, humdrum meetings with idiotic leaders that governed the rest of the worlds. It would be so easy if they stopped depending on him and Atem and start doing things themselves.

He snorted. 'Hmph... Unlikely... All they care about is how much they're making. Ugh, thankfully, Japan isn't like them anyway... But I guess that's because Atem and I live here... Huh, go figure...'

His thoughts began to wander back to the auburn-haired vampire that had visited him on the day the sun finally came up. He frowned slightly at the thought, it was thanks to the meetings that he didn't muse or daydream about her, he was too preoccupied to let himself be distracted again, it was like that for the last four years. But he always couldn't help but think if she was thinking of him, as he would find his mind would mostly try and wander to?

She did have a point, you know. You just don't want to admit it to yourself, said a voice in his head. He shook his head to clear it of such thoughts. Great, stress was now getting to him. Just great...

But maybe... You just don't want to realize if she had finally gotten over you... it continued annoyingly in his head. He growled low in his throat. Stupid thoughts, stupid voice, stupid meetings, stupid...

A dagger whizzed past him, abruptly ending his thoughts. He whirled around to face a cloaked man, his hand raised slightly after throwing the weapon, another dagger in his other hand. Seto narrowed cobalt blue eyes at him but it didn't seem to faze the unknown stranger.

"Who the hell are you!" Seto roared at the man who merely smirked back as a response. His temper flaring, the vampire reached into the holster that was strapped to the side of his right leg and took out a modified looking gun.

"I'll ask again, who the hell are you?" he asked in a dangerous tone, clicking the gun.

He heard a chuckle from the unknown man. He was tempted to pull the trigger but somehow, Seto's body was screaming danger, and what was up with this aura that was emanating from this cloaked person and seemed to be physically manifesting itself, crimson eyes glaring down at him.

'...What the hell is going on with this guy...?' Seto thought nervously, which was unnerving. He was one to rarely get nervous, but the presence of this guy alone sent him shivering. Something was definitely wrong...

"Names do not matter, Kaiba Seto... Or should I say Kaiba Seth?" the man said in a deep, deadly edged tone. "But let us cut to the chase, I'm here to take something from you."

Yayyy! Malik is finally here! I feel relieved that I finally got this up... Took me a while too! I was working on this when I was working on the fifth chapter! Anyway, anybody like the change in things? I hope you do, but don't worry; the action between the couple still stays. But will escalate a bit, little by little as the next chapters go on. So, if you want the next chapter, click on the button down there and review!Thank you and see you againand see youin the seventh chapter!