Woo! Chapter 2! First of all, I want to thank all the wonderful people who clicked that button and reviewed! For a first time writer, it was a very much appreciated warm welcome!

ladywolf(Terri: Yep, it's dark. The story sort of came together in my mind during a week of my life that was pretty hard, so maybe that's why….

Eve-Of-Misery: Here's the update you asked for! Nice to know somebody is waiting for it .

SoulDreamer and tiger witch: Thanx for the enthusiasm! And tiger witch, I will answer your question soon!

A little reminder from the last chappie, and then on with the fic! By the way, Kami-sama is God in Japanese. Still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and probably never will…TT.

Last time…

Yugi slipped his headphones on and hit play. I let my eyes slide out of focus. Shadows were summoned. I sent them to crowd around the door and circle Yugi.

Threats gone, I let my mind slip into oblivion. Vampires don't need sleep. But they do need blood, and that I would get very soon. Yugi bent his head down to his book, unaware of the death that waited in this very room.

Dead & Dying

Second

Yami's View

My new roommate's pen scratched across the papers in his book. I assumed it to be his journal. After about ten minutes, he poked the stop button on his mp3 player and took off his headphones. Yugi shook out his spiky hair and got up. Taking his pajamas in hand, he went into the bathroom to change.

I returned to reality somewhat stiff. I had barely moved for about four hours. While this conserved energy, and the precious little blood I had left, it must have been slightly weird for Yugi—if he'd noticed. He seemed so apathetic.

Yugi returned, having donned a white T-shirt that was much too big for him and a pair of stretchy blue shorts. "Mind if I turn out the lights?"

"Nope. Good night."

"G'night, Yami-kun." Yugi slipped under the covers of his bunk.

The moon slid across the sky. It was an hour before Yugi's breathing slowed to the shallow, regular rhythm that indicated deep sleep.

I sat up, moonlight reflecting off my crimson eyes. The tiled floor was cold, though not any colder than myself.

Silently, I crossed the room. Yugi was lying on his side, facing the room. His lips were parted slightly, drawing in the breath of life that I lacked. His figure was curled, knees drawn up and arms folded close.

Yugi's journal had been tucked into his backpack, but I pulled it out and opened to the first page.

Today: 2

Two. I was stressed. Too much. I broke. I needed to do it. And now I'm bleeding a lot—got to go clean it up—.

There was a red smudge on the paper, which I sniffed at. I skipped forward to the last entry, the one for today.

Today: 0

None! They won't let me even have a razor! Kami-sama, I need a blade! I need it even more because I was taken to Menoma's Haven. So far, I hate this place. I hate what I've seen of it anyway. The people make me sick.

I have a roommate here. His name is Motou Yami. When I first walked into our room, he wasn't wearing a shirt. Kami-sama, am I going to have problems! For three months, stuck in the same room with him? How can I hope to keep it a secret?

I skipped down again. The entry ended with about twenty lines of the sentence "Yami is off-limits". I smirked, replaced his journal, and turned to face my victim.

Yugi's pale skin looked even paler in the silver moonlight. His neck was exposed. I bent down over it and reached out a hand. My fangs lengthened as I touched the warm skin, feeling the pulse that beat against it. I was thirsty, so thirsty—

G'night, Yami-kun.

I drew back. No matter how thirsty I was, I couldn't sink my fangs into Yugi's neck. Slightly disgusted with myself, I stood up.

I didn't want to admit it. I spun around, angry. Yugi was cute. I had to admit it.

I strode over to my closet and yanked a jacket out. I swept a hand under my pillow, catching the knife hidden there. Then, I went to the window and opened it; the shadows I had put there curled around my wrists and ankles.

The grounds of Menoma's Haven were bathed in silver light. I crouched on the windowsill, tensed, and jumped to the nearest tree branch. Dropping to the ground silently, I scanned the area.

My fangs were still blatantly obvious; my thirst even more so. I drew back into the shadows and sniffed. Some other hapless mortal would die tonight. I caught the scent of blood from an open window, further along the dormitory building. Seizing upon it, I stalked through the shadows until I could see the open window that let the tantalizing scent outside. I smiled.

What poor soul left their window open tonight?

Yugi's View

I woke to find Yami-kun gone. Sitting up, I rubbed my neck. The bandages around my arms were still there, and I picked at them. My need for a cut was overwhelming.

I tried to put it past me as I got up. The cold floor helped. Hopping from foot to foot, I grabbed my backpack and dashed into the bathroom.

I changed into dark jeans and a black button-down shirt. My hair looked normal, for me, anyway. I brushed my teeth and rinsed, and when I turned off the faucet, I heard the click of a window going shut.

When I came out of the bathroom, Yami was there. His piercing crimson eyes shot me a glance, and then returned to looking at the clothes in his closet. "Good morning, Yugi-kun."

"Morning. Sleep well?"

"Yes, I suppose." Yami pulled on a red jacket over his black shirt.

"Going down to breakfast?"

Yami nodded. "Come on. I'll show you where the cafeteria is."

In stocking feet, we padded outside. Other boys were waking and making their sleepy way down to the cafeteria. Yami strode away from the lobby (where I'd come from yesterday), and pushed open a heavy-looking door at the end of the hall. He went down a set of stairs and turned left.

Rows of tables were set up in a wide, spacious area. "C'mon," said Yami, tugging at my sleeve. I followed him into the breakfast line, a buffet-style one. Yami grabbed a plate and piled it with pancakes and eggs. I took a little bit of everything—sausage, bacon, pancake, eggs, hash browns.

"Yami-kun!" A boy with curly black hair waved us over to his table. Sitting next to him was another boy with very red hair.

"Morning, Auru-kun, Rino-kun," said Yami. Rino nodded and sipped his milk. "This is Mouto Yugi-kun." I bowed slightly, and said hello.

"Nice to meet you, Yugi-kun," said Rino.

"Same." Auru stabbed the last bit of his sausage with a fork and ate it.

Yami and I sat down across from them and began to eat. Auru eyed Yami's full plate suspiciously. "Did you…drink last night?"

Yami nodded, crimson eyes very serious.

"All the way?" Auru looked at Yami very carefully.

"Yes. I was thirsty."

Rino saw my slightly confused expression. "Don't mind them. Tell me, what are you stuck here for?"

I motioned to my arms. "Cutting. You?"

"Dysfunctional perception of reality. It means I'd rather live inside my head, most of the time."

I nodded. Rino took a drink and motioned to the black-haired youth sitting next to him. "Auru…well, I guess you could say that his emotions are extreme. When he's angry, he's enraged; when he's sad, its intense depression."

"And when I love someone…" Auru broke into our conversation and pulled Rino close. He whispered something in Rino's ear. Rino blushed.

"They're together," said Yami dryly. "In case it wasn't obvious."

I gave a half-laugh. Rino ate another bite of pancake, cheeks still flaming red. The rest of breakfast was uneventful.

Yami's View

As we walked out of the cafeteria, medicine was passed out. I put the pill in my mouth and drank the glass of water that came with it, tucking the pill away in the side of my mouth so it wouldn't be swallowed.

Once back in my room, I threw the pill away and washed out my mouth. The taste was hideous. I was definitely not going to ruin the fresh blood that rushed through my veins with some foul pill.

Yugi had been delayed, as he was new to Haven. He returned to our room, pills and glass of water in hand.

"Don't take them," I said warningly.

"I wasn't going to," said Yugi. He went into the bathroom. I heard the flush that indicated that he'd tossed them down the toilet.

I waited five minutes for Yugi to come out. He didn't. I knocked on the door.

No response.

I regret to say that I, the calmest, coolest, most in control vampire, panicked. I shoved open the door and burst into the room.

The unmistakable smell of blood, lots of it, hit me. It disoriented me for a moment, as the wet, warm smell was nearly overpowering. Yugi was bending over the sink with a knife. He'd gotten his bandages undone, and had sliced his left arm. His eyes snapped open at the sound. "Yami-kun!"

"Yugi! What the hell?" I leapt at him, aiming to grab the knife, but he sidestepped.

"No!" Yugi backed away, towards the bathroom door, but I quickly blocked that route. "Yami, please, let me keep it!" He gripped the knife tightly.

"No!" I rushed at him, and a struggle ensued. I got his wrist and then—

Yugi gasped. I looked at my hand. There was a knife through it.

"Oh, Kami-sama! I'm—."

"Doesn't matter," I snapped. I yanked the knife out.

"Y—Yami-kun?" Yugi was staring at my hand. It was not bleeding.

"No. I don't bleed." I gestured to the mirror. "I don't have a reflection, either," I said tersely. Only Yugi was reflected in the mirror.

Yugi drew in a shocked breath. I let my fangs lengthen over my lower lip. "Yes. I am a vampire."

I waited to see what Yugi would make of it. He looked at me incredulously for a moment, and then dropped his eyes to the floor. After almost a minute of silence, Yugi took a deep breath.

"If you're a vampire, prove it."

"What?" I froze. This wasn't anything like I'd expected.

Yugi undid the buttons on his shirt. "Prove it." He took his arm out of his sleeve and motioned to his neck. Yugi had a challenge written in his eyes that had not been there before. The smell of his blood was overwhelming and intoxicating. To sink my fangs deep into his skin, deeper—oh, Kami-sama.

"Go on. Bite."

Next chapter update: over the weekend-ish

Click the button and review!