Wow, this story is extremely long and continues to get longer as time goes on. Battygirl and I have worked on this one, so this is not all of my work. She gave me permission to post this on my account so thanks, Battygirl. This is the continued story after the Dark Insanity days are over. (Please read Dark Insanity, it's on Battygirl's profile though. It's extremely funny.) Oh yes, and please R&R we'd both appreciate it!

-Egyptian Wolf

P.S. Neither Battygirl or I own the characters Bakura and Kokujo in this story. I own Risika and Jagger in this chapter and Battygirl owns Misty, though.


Chapter 1

Risika lay staring into her mate's eyes. All the while, his stay focused on the television. She sighed and laid her head on his chest then looked over to her best friends, and only friends, who were almost wrestling each other off the sofa.

Misty, an odd, crazy little person, was attacking Kokujo. Now Kokujo always seemed to hate her, but she loved him with an extreme passion. But, the way she expressed her feelings were a bit too graphic and a bit too public for his liking. That and she was way too clingy.

The reason for their wrestling and fighting this time was that Misty's hands were wandering again. They always seemed to weasel down to his belt and start to unbuckle it.

"Misty!" he growled, grabbing her hands, "no."

"Aww…" she whined in her high-pitched voice. "C'mon Ko, shnookums." She grabbed his wrists and tried to drag him to her room. Without finding success, she jumped upon him and continued trying to strip him there.

Risika simply rolled her eyes at this; seeing this was all too familiar, for it seemed to happen most everyday. Bakura, the man Risika loved, and also the man who loved her back, shifted his gaze from the television to the fight going on with Misty and Kokujo. Then, his eyes met Risika's as he asked, "Is it a bad thing that they live in the same house as us?"

"Maybe, just maybe… Wait, yeah," Risika replied, laughing at her own joke. When no one in the room laughed back, she stared at the floor and solemnly said, "I laugh 'cause no one else does."

Risika was a wolf demon, and, for the moment, was hiding her demonic appearance. When she transformed, she was a large black wolf. Her eyes, unlike any other wolf, were a bright emerald-like green.

But her human appearance was almost opposite of her wolf form. Her hair, long and a golden blonde; her eyes, and dark black that was once almost lifeless. Since she had met Bakura, the life and emotion returned to those eyes. Her skin had a tanned complexion to it from many, many years of living outside in the sun. Because wolf demons live up to 20,000 years, she was 7,164 years old, but she appeared to only be 24. A strange, half-star shaped scar was placed upon her arm, just below her shoulder. She never talked much of her past, so no one but herself knew how she had gotten it.

As for Bakura, Risika found his medium-length, fluffy, silver hair and dark chocolaty brown eyes his best feature. Then again, she loved every part of him. But, he wasn't quite like any of the others, for he was a spirit, kept alive by an ancient object from Egypt called the Millennium Ring. This was a pendant that hung around a host's neck, and whoever shall wear it could be controlled and overtaken by the spirit inside. He could come and go as he wished, but recently he'd been ruling over his host's body for longer periods of time. He did not want to seal away his presence because Risika was around. Risika had changed his cold heart when she appeared in his life, but his soul still consisted of the same evil that had always remained, mainly because Risika's heart contained it, too.

Bakura had accidentally frightened Risika one day when she was least expecting it and now wore the scars from that experience, plus new powers which he had never expected. She had turned around and bit him in a certain spot that was right above his hip bone. Her type of demon had powers that only other elemental demons had and those were to bite a human in that certain spot would turn them into a demon also. So, because of that incident, Bakura now had demonic powers, but not the same as Risika.

Misty, a literally insane, black-haired mutant, joined a few years after escaping an orphanage. After five years of DNA experiments, her sanity was slowly slipping away. The chemicals that had mutated her were causing her to have such a drastic side-effect. While wearing a special watch, she looked like your average twenty year old, but if she ever took it off, she would obtain the appearance of a blue, golden eyed demon.

In her human look, she had different colored eyes; one green, one blue as well as one of her front teeth missing from when Bakura 'accidentally' pushed her down the stairs --- and off the roof. She almost always wore a light blue cloak that traveled down to her feet, a dark blue T-shirt, and black pants. She was obviously the most perverted of the group, since she was constantly trying to strip Kokujo in public.

She was also more or less the most emotional member of the four. She'd cry a lot when Ko yelled at her and would over express her happiness towards him when she'd get him to apologize. She was a mutant, but demon DNA was also injected into her making her a half-demon.

Finally, we come to Kokujo, or as Bakura likes to refer to him as: Misty's personal man-whore. Not by choice of course. He would constantly try to isolate himself from the others, only to have Misty either follow him or somehow drag him to her room to do cheese knows what. There were questions from the others as to 'why the hell he stayed with her.' He didn't even show that he 'liked' her, let alone 'love'. Misty, of course, was totally oblivious to this however, since she was so blinded by her 'undying love for him'.

Misty would often hide in his humorously long, midnight-blue hair, like when their History teacher, what seemed like long ago, was taken away by the 'Evil Meanies in White,' as Misty so affectionately called them. Kokujo has red eyes, and was usually seen wearing a long black duster with black jeans and black boots. At times, usually when they had been in school, he'd adorn a red shirt, a 'collar' around his neck and this weird gauntlet thing on his wrist.

Misty forced Risika to do the same to Kokujo as she had done to Bakura; turn him demon, since she wasn't like her and was only a half demon. This was but a few days ago.
Ko now had claws and the fangs that were all of his teeth changed to merely two front on the top, and two front on the bottom. However, none of them really knew what kind of demon he was, considering he never used his powers, let alone know how to use them. Kokujo never wanted to be a demon, for he would much rather had relied on his dueling skills.

All four friends occupied the same house. In the past there had been other friends, but they had either moved on or had gotten lost on their strange adventures, such as one such adventure in the forest outside WalMart, or through a cornfield when Risika was driving. Living in the same house wasn't always the best idea, for Risika and Kokujo often got tired of each other, or would never agree on anything and would argue. Risika would always win those fights, with her being the powerful demon she was.

Risika finally got tired watching the fight on the sofa next to her and decided to walk up to her room on the third floor of the four-story mansion they resided in. Bakura looked back at her and smiled as she returned the smile before grabbing one of her beers from the fridge and heading upstairs.

Within the confinements of her room, she lay on her bed and stared at the black and red walls. A familiar voice spoke out from the blackness.

"I thought I told you to ditch those humans long ago."

"And I thought I told you that they are the only friends I got. I'm not leaving them," Risika replied, glancing up at a pair of golden yellow eyes staring at her from the shadows on her bedroom walls.

"You just don't understand all that I went through with humans. I don't want you to have to endure the same," the voice said as a man around six feet tall walked from the darkness, his golden eyes still focused on Risika.

Wolf ears were placed upon his head, protruding through shoulder-length locks of silver hair. His silver wolf tail swished from side to side uneasily.

"I worry about you sometimes," he said, shaking his head and looking down at the floor.

"Jagger," Risika whined. "I know, but you're only my brother. You shouldn't have to worry about me this much. Just let me live my life and you can live yours."

"I just don't want you to be hurt or mistreated like I was. That's why I wish you would come back to the dimension I live in. No humans reside there and you'd never have to worry about them."

"I don't worry about humans. We have our powers back now, we can defend ourselves," she stopped when she noticed he wasn't listening. "I can't talk to you!" she snapped, walking to the other side of the room, her back facing him and her arms folded.

A loud knocking came from the door. It was followed by Bakura's voice, saying, "Risika? You alright? Who's in there?"

Jagger turned and glared, growling wolfishly under his breath. Risika looked worriedly toward the door. No one in the house knew she had a brother who would kill any human who got in his way. Since he knew that Bakura was human to begin with, now only turned demon by accident, Jagger wouldn't pause to kill him. Especially if he found out that his sister had chosen a human for her mate.

Light flooded into the dark room as Bakura opened the door and walked in. He glanced from Risika to Jagger, then back to Risika. "Who's this?" he asked with a questioning eyebrow.

Risika shook her head and mouthed the word "No." Her eyes were wide with the fear that Jagger would kill Bakura.

Kokujo walked upstairs, shortly followed by Misty, whom he was trying to avoid, but failing miserably; she was his shadow. He was getting ready to walk into his room and lock Misty out when he saw Bakura standing in Risika's doorway. Instead, out of curiosity, he walked over to Bakura and asked, "Hey, what's the matter?" He immediately shut up when he noticed Jagger glaring at him.

Bakura was getting jealous. He wanted to know why this strange man was in Risika's bedroom. Becoming quite headstrong, he marched up to Jagger, grabbed him by the shirt collar, got right in his face, and asked, "Who do you think you are, in my girlfriend's room?"

Jagger shoved him away then glared at Risika, "You? And a human?"

Damn it… damn it… Risika thought as Jagger grabbed her by her arm.

"What has gotten into your fool mind? You're either coming with me or they all die."

Risika sighed and look sadly up at her friends. "Don't," she whispered, holding her hand out to stop Bakura, who getting ready to attack. "I don't want you hurt," she said before disappearing along with Jagger.