Necropolis demon
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Necro: Once again I have come to crawl and gravel at your feet to beg and plead, please submit more reviews for this fic and give it a chance/Cries/ what am I doing wrong people? What? It's the pairing isn't it? That's why this isn't getting as much reviews as my other fic. Please just give this a chance, pretty please? If you liked my other fic then you'll probably like this as well.
The GameChapter 5 Classy Party Catastrophe
The night sky was filled with bright stars twinkling above the heads of those below them, Ryou was terribly nervous about the party. He arrived at Domino Pier that night at exactly 6 o'clock bringing with him his invitation letter, his blueprints that were neatly arranged inside a folder-sized envelope and a model of a game piece for his game. The yacht was impressive; on it were people dressed in classy suits, the women were dressed in their finest flowing gowns as they were adorned with all sorts of expensive jewelry, the men were dressed in expensive business suits, some were around his age while others seemed older.
Getting aboard the yacht with a brown folder-sized envelope in one hand and an invitation on the other, the pale teen was immediately greeted by a man who stood by the entrance, collecting the invitations. The chattering sounds of the elite were often heard and their laughter coming from jokes rang even louder. The catering on the boat was excellent as well; all sorts of delicious cuisines from abroad filled the buffet table.
Ryou noticed that there were some reporters who were probably there to do a report on the passing participants of the contest. Some of those who were invited seemed to be around their forty's which obviously meant that they were perhaps casual acquaintances of Kaiba's or perhaps people with high positions in KaibaCorp. The pale teen felt so out of place at the party; he'd been watching everyone laughing at some dumb old joke since he arrived, everyone in the party seemed to know at least some one from the crowd…everyone except Ryou.
He saw no familiar faces and he saw no friends…he was alone. Deciding to look around the yacht, Ryou took a stroll away from the wealthy people drinking wine and ventured to the other side of the boat. The yacht he noticed was white and looked brand new, at the back of the boat was the name 'White Dragon'.
Kaiba was shaking hands with the executives and investors since he arrived at his yacht. He had been chatting with people, entertaining some questions from the reporters and pretending to have fun though the truth was he was bored to death. Kaiba was never one who enjoyed going to fancy rich parties or eat all sorts of foods that had such tongue-twisting names…he was the type of person who pretty much got used to ordinary food, I mean after all he wasn't always as rich as he was now.
Dinner was about to start so he sent his little brother away to the buffet table to get some food since the boy was already hungry and a table for them; he didn't want those foreign investors of his to keep on asking him to sit and eat with them on the same table, in fact he'd rather eat with his brother and…a certain white blond.
As Mokuba set out to look for a table farthest away from the crowd of big time money spenders, the brunette decided to have a walk around the other side of the yacht, away from the boring music and sound of business talks. Kaiba took a stroll down the other side of the boat with his hands in his pockets and his gaze focused blankly on the deck, first of all he was uncomfortable as it was with his outfit that consisted of a black button down shirt with a collar that he hadn't button all the way up, leaving the upper part of the shirt open to show his chest, over that was a purely white suit and for the bottom he wore matching white trousers and shiny white shoes; he was never really fond of wearing suits which is basically the reason why he chooses to wear trench coats instead.
Just walking and walking…until he reached the back of the boat where there was a beautiful view of the city. The lights from the tall buildings of the city plus the twinkling stars above as well as the full moon glowing brightly and the reflection of the moonlight on the water gave such a peaceful and romantic feel to the air, that night was indeed beautiful…and then the brunette saw a figure who was bending over the edge of the railing.
"Don't bend forward too much, you might fall." Kaiba said in an offhand manner, talking to the figure of a teenage boy.
The stranger turned around to face the familiar voice that was addressing to him, "Oh, thank you for the warning." Ryou smiled at his classmate while still clutching the brown envelope of blueprints with both hands.
The brunette was speechless at the sight in front of him; he could've sworn someone up in heaven was enjoying himself, watching Kaiba's encounter with the one person he was trying so hard to avoid. Brushing off his shock, Kaiba approached his classmate who he did not know was equally astonished at his clothes, especially with the fact that Kaiba's clothes showed off his chest.
Ryou was trying to will down the blush that was threatening to show on his cheeks when his classmate approached him, it's just that he'd never seen Kaiba in a suit before except for that time he saw Kaiba on T.V. announcing the contest. When the brunette stopped about three feet away from Ryou, the pale teen tried to start a decent conversation, "It's a beautiful night isn't it?"
"Yes it is." Kaiba snorted, looking intently at Ryou and noticing that it was the first time he'd seen the pale teen dressed formally with his hair tied back.
Feeling slightly embarrassed the pale teen continued, "And there are so many stars tonight too." Said Ryou but Kaiba merely shrugged in reply.
"So…what brings you here to this particular part of the yacht?" Ryou asked, feeling stupider and stupider every second those blue eyes of Kaiba's stared coldly at him.
"It's my yacht so I can go any part I wish to go to." The brunette replied, sounding a little demanding. Seeing the pale teen looking a little timid he added, "I was getting bored with the party and decided to get away for a while."
"I see." The white blond nodded in understanding.
"You?" the brunette asked.
"I-I just don't feel too comfortable in crowds where I don't know anyone…that's all." The white blond replied, looking down at the envelope in his hands then realizing that he hadn't submitted the blueprints yet, "Oh I almost forgot…where do I submit these blueprints?" he asked the brunette.
"Just give them to me, I'll take care of them."
"Thanks." Said the pale teen, handing over the envelope, "Oh, hold on." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden model of a game piece that looked like a white chicken egg with a stand to support it's weight so it could stand up, the egg-shaped capsule had a symbol painted on the front that resembled a dark element crest with bat wings. He handed the model to Kaiba who took it, their hands slightly brushing causing Ryou to blush for a second.
For a short moment the two paused when finally Kaiba spoke up, "Dinner just started, we better get back to the party." He said calmly.
Together, they made their way back to the party where people were already at the buffet table, picking out different foods and some were already eating. Mokuba who was dressed in a brown suit was waving his hand then approached the two with his usual bubbly smile plastered on his face, "Hi Ryou!" he chirped excitedly.
"Hello Mokuba." The white blond replied, smiling at the boy.
"Why don't you eat with us?" the black haired boy insisted, tugging on Ryou's arm, "I'm sure it's ok with big brother, right?" he looked up at his brother who gave a composed nod.
As Kaiba stalked over to the table Mokuba had gotten them to set down Ryou's blueprints, Ryou and Mokuba headed to the buffet line and grabbed a plate. The black haired boy kept on pointing out different foods for Ryou to try while giggling and teasing Ryou about Kaiba.
"So what were you two doing away from the crowd while I was gone?" the boy whispered to Ryou once they were at the buffet table.
"Nothing, please stop teasing." The pale teen blushed, casting a glance at Kaiba who was heading towards the buffet line to grab a plate.
After gathering their preferred food choices, Kaiba, Mokuba and Ryou headed to their table; the table was circular with a white tablecloth and a candle in the middle, the utensils were already prepared and laid out for the guests. Kaiba sat on a chair with Mokuba by his left and Ryou by his right since Mokuba wanted Ryou to sit next to the brunette. As they ate, Mokuba would start a conversation once in awhile to liven things up a bit even though his brother wouldn't talk too much.
In the middle of a conversation a couple of Kaiba's casual acquaintances approached their table and asked if they could dine with Kaiba's group. The CEO gave a nod gesturing for the guests to take a seat, the table could accommodate up to 6 people so there were three free seats. The three adults looked highly sophisticated with the way they dressed and spoke, you could tell that they were intelligent individuals as well as rich.
One of the three was a man with a mustache in a gray suit with his wife who had long black hair and was dressed in a long flowing red gown with shimmering stones embroidered onto it. The third person was a rather large man smoking a cigar who looked like he was around his fifty's with a beard on his face and a bald spot who was dressed in a black suit. They all shook hands with Kaiba and praised the CEO for thinking up of such a contest.
"I must say Mr. Kaiba this contest was a stroke of pure genius!" the fat man beamed, coughing and laughing a harsh laugh at the same time.
"Yes, for some one so young you certainly are magnificent in handling things at KaibaCorp." The man with a mustache spoke up, casting a glance at his wife who spoke, "If I ever bear a son I'd probably name him after you." the woman giggled as the other two laughed as well.
Mokuba and Ryou were pretty much just tagging along with their conversation, pretending to laugh with them while Kaiba merely smirked. The pale teen was enjoying watching the three adults talk to Kaiba in a way that seemed so…bizarre, after all they were referring to Kaiba as 'Mr. Kaiba' and talked to him with the respect one would show to a grown up…and to think that Kaiba was around the same age as Ryou and any other normal teenager.
The man with the mustache finally noticed Ryou who was sitting beside him, "Hm, hello I haven't seen you before." At this Ryou merely kept his head downwards as the three guests eyed him.
Ryou had that feeling at the bottom of his stomach again, that feeling of dread at meeting someone he knew nothing about, Ryou couldn't find his voice. As if on cue, Mokuba talked for him, "This is Ryou Bakura, one of big brother's classmates, he's also a qualified participant in our contest."
"Ah I see, so you're a contestant then Mr. Bakura." The fat guy mused. The adults briefly introduced themselves to the teen as Ryou began to lose his shyness and started to stop fidgeting uncomfortably.
"You must be quite good to have passed the preliminaries, Mr. Kaiba here can be very picky when it comes to game choices." The guy in a gray suit with his wife praised, making Ryou smile despite his shyness.
"Tell us Mr. Bakura, you seem to be new in this kind of thing…do you have any experience in joining a contest such as this?" the wife asked, seemingly doubtful of Ryou's skills and making Ryou feel uneasy again.
Again as if on cue, Mokuba defended Ryou, "Ryou here was actually one of the eight finalists of the past Battle City." The black haired boy beamed.
"Impressive." The rather large bald man said, though he was also hiding some doubt of the teen's talent, "But are you any good at designing games?" he asked with a strict face as if Ryou was merely a blunderer. The pale teen felt embarrassed and humiliated at the way the adults seemed to doubt his skills and talent.
Just as Mokuba was about to stand up for the pale teen, his big brother beat him to it, "Mr. Bakura here is actually very good at what he does, his game ranked A." the CEO said sternly, standing up for his classmate.
As if lightning struck them, the three adults became silent as Kaiba continued, "May I say, his work was quite brilliant." The brunette reached for the envelope of blueprints, opening the envelope and showing the three elites Ryou's magnificent work.
"As you can see, Mr. Bakura's work is quite original and well planned…now if you don't think that's an A-ranking game then I don't know what is." Kaiba spoke calmly, taking out something from his pocket and showing it to the three guests who looked at it in astonishment.
Kaiba showed to them the model of a game piece from Ryou's entry and they all looked at it in slight confusion. "Ryou, why don't you give us a brief explanation of your game's concept." The brunette urged, handing the game piece to the fat guy.
With a smile, the pale teen began to speak up and explain and much to his and everyone's surprise he sounded very professional. The three formerly doubtful guests were now glued to their seats, listening and hanging onto every word and comment from Ryou who smiled and politely entertained questions both easy and difficult ones with no trouble at all.
As Ryou continued to explain in a polished manner other guests who were perhaps walking by or were eavesdropping started joining in with the conversation at Kaiba's table. One by one, guests both contestants and non-contestants left their own tables and sauntered towards where Ryou was, getting interested at the young teen's game expertise, even the reporters were clinging onto every word, some were even taking pictures of the teen.
Ryou, who got on the boat without anyone to socialize with now had all eyes and cameras on him and was now the center of the party. Those who were chatting stopped so they could listen to Ryou. Those who were eating ate near Kaiba's table to listen to Ryou. Those reporters who had been interviewing some of the other participants stopped to listen to Ryou who at first they thought was just one of the lucky ones who passed the preliminaries. Those contestants who were bickering with each other stopped comparing themselves with one another to listen to Ryou…even some of the waiters who were refilling the buffet table with food stopped what they were doing since everyone had stopped eating so much just to listen to Ryou… without knowing it, the pale teen was making a lot of new rich and high positioned friends at the party.
People kept on asking him questions both about his game and his experiences, finding the pale teen to be as they call it a 'hidden genius'. After Ryou's explanations and answering of constant questions that were fired at him, guests shook hands with him as if he was a celebrity or a long-time friend of theirs.
"My, aren't you a brilliant young man…I'd love to have you at my upcoming party, it's going to be held at my mansion." A lady with blond hair dressed in a dark green gown with shinning beads on it invited Ryou.
Then a man with brown hair and a regal smile came up to speak with Ryou, "My daughter would love to meet you my good man." He said, patting Ryou's shoulder as if the teen was his son-in-law, "She's beautiful you know."
"Mr. Bakura could we have a little interview with you?" reporters asked.
The white blond politely declined any offers from everyone, some were inviting him to their parties, some were offering to take him on a yacht, some were even offering or should I say trying to get him to meet their beautiful daughters.
Not everyone seemed too pleased with Ryou, specifically one of the contestants who had gone a little overboard on the wine and envied the attention that pale teen was getting. The guy was also an A-ranking duelist and ever since the party began he had been bragging to people all about his game, they were impressed of course but Ryou seemed to get more attention than him.
Around 9 o'clock when the crowd went back to what they were doing, the spiteful and drunk contestant was about to make his move. He had brown hair that was tied back in a low ponytail in pretty much the same way as Ryou's hair and was dressed in a brown suit. The jealous man took notice of Ryou's looks and noted that the teen was undeniably attractive so deciding to have a little fun he sauntered towards Ryou who hadn't left the table and was talking to Mokuba.
"You sure made a lot of new friends tonight Ryou." The black haired boy beamed and continued, "And perhaps a few future wives." He teased, referring to those offers from some gentlemen to meet their daughters.
"Oh Mokuba." The pale teen blushed with a shy smile, casting a slight glance at Kaiba who was still beside him, watching the other guests at the center dancing to the music without a care.
Just as Ryou as about to make a move to stand up from his chair a rough hand grabbed hold of his left arm making the pale teen wince in discomfort. "Hello Mr. Bakura" the drunk and envious contestant greeted with a forced smile.
"Oh hello." The white blond replied, looking up at the man and visibly wincing from the man's grip.
"You were pretty good with that little discussion of yours a while ago." The stranger praised mockingly trying to act as if he was a nice person.
"Um thank you." Ryou began to worry as the man's grip on his arms tightened.
"Would you dance with me?" he asked the pale teen, pulling him close.
"N-no thank you…I'd rather stay here and-"
"Oh c'mon, just a little dance." The drunk smirked, "Someone like you shouldn't be in a contest such as this…this is for the big boys." He taunted quietly, though Mokuba still heard.
"Hey! That's not a very nice thing to say!" Mokuba retorted angrily but the man ignored him and pulled Ryou away from the table towards the dancing crowd.
The pale teen tried to free himself from the man's strong grip but to no avail, "Please…you're hurting my arm…I don't want to dance." The teen argued in a small voice, getting frightened at the way the man's smirk widened; alcohol and jealousy really isn't a good combination.
"Let-let me go!" Ryou started to panic and visibly struggle, gaining a few stares from some of the guests and once again catching the attention of the reporters who had their cameras ready.
As the man's death grip tightened once more a hand grabbed hold of his own arm, he looked up and saw a very angry brunette suppressing his anger through a glare; whether it was because he was drunk or he was just so full of himself, the idiot didn't seem to know he was messing with Seto Kaiba. Kaiba had been listening to the two from the start and decided to jump in and interfere.
"Let him go, he doesn't want to dance." The CEO glared, his hold on the man's arm tightening every second. Reluctantly, the jealous man released Ryou's arm and glared at Kaiba.
Mokuba sauntered towards Ryou's side and watched his brother and the other man glaring daggers at each other, the man clearly losing the little glaring contest. Ryou nursed his arm and looked at the man then to Kaiba then back to the man, he sensed that something terrible was going to happen between the two and decided to back off a bit, pulling Mokuba with him.
Kaiba let go of the contestant's arm and gave one last glare; the man smirked in what seemed to be in triumph before opening his big fat mouth. "It was just a little dance." He looked past Kaiba and watched Ryou fidgeting and backing away.
The man was about to approach Ryou once more when Kaiba blocked him off, "he said he doesn't want to dance so back off." Kaiba scowled venomously.
Again, the spiteful contestant's smirk widened causing the CEO to get even more annoyed; Kaiba was not use to getting smirked at by an underling. All of a sudden a fist flew right at the CEO. Kaiba got hit on the face causing him to stumble back a bit but just a bit, this sudden start of a brawl gained the attention of all the guests who dropped what they were doing to watch. Reporters swarmed to the scene and took pictures of Kaiba and the contestant and even Ryou, those with video cameras also pointed their lenses at the two.
Kaiba paused and with his hand wiped the trickle of blood that seeped out from the corner of his mouth…he smirked…then glared…then punched the idiot who hit him right at the stomach. The drunk faltered and staggered backwards, clutching his abdomen. A little circle of bystanders surrounded the two, watching in fascination and gasping when Kaiba punched the contestant. The man stood up straight and threw a punch at Kaiba who easily dodged it and countered by throwing another punch at the guy, aimed right for his face.
The contestant took the punch squarely at the face and began punching at random, clouded by anger. Kaiba easily dodged some of the punches though he got hit by one or two and countered them with kicks and such. Finally, Ryou shouted for them to stop, "Please! Stop fighting!" but the two merely ignore him.
Another punch from Kaiba caused the drunken participant to stumble backwards, eliciting another gasp from the crowd. Security took hold of the man while Ryou and Mokuba tried to hold back the angry Kaiba who wanted to beat the man to a pulp.
Finally, the CEO calmed down and glared daggers at the dazed contestant, "How dare you harass a fellow contestant AND disrespect as well as throw a punch at ME!" he fumed, pointing an accusing finger at the man who cowered and shrunk back.
"You are a disgrace to duelists everywhere…" Kaiba scowled, "A participant such a yourself should not be allowed to join this prestigious contest…you are disqualified!" he shouted, making the crowd wince and back away a bit.
"Y-you can't disqualify me! I ranked A in the preliminaries!"
"You harassed a contestant and punched the man who's holding the contest you're in and you say that I CAN'T disqualify you?" the CEO spat, scaring Ryou and Mokuba, "Hmp, I don't care if you were even the best among all the others. A disgraceful duelist doesn't have a place here in my contest…get him away from me before I strangle him." The brunette said in a low and dangerous voice.
Security hauled up the contestant and dragged him away from the crowd as Ryou and Mokuba approached the CEO. The pale teen felt so guilty for being the cause of the fight, now Kaiba had a few injuries because of him…because he couldn't fight for himself…
The other guests and reporters didn't dare approach the fuming brunette to interview him in fear of agitating him more. Mokuba took hold of his brother's arm and led him back to their table as the pale teen pulled out his white handkerchief and wiped off the trickle of blood flowing from Kaiba's lip. All in all Kaiba's lower lip was bleeding, he had a few bruises all over his body that were fortunately not too visible and a small but visible scratch on his left cheek.
Guiltily the white blond spoke, "Kaiba…I…I'm so sorry for getting you into this…it's all my fault." He apologized softly, cupping Kaiba's chin and wiping off the blood from his classmate's lip. "This wouldn't have happened if I wasn't so weak…" the teen said shamefully, letting go of Kaiba's chin and looking down at his lap.
Kaiba watched the pale teen and spoke, "No, I got myself into this…you did nothing wrong." He said truthfully. He knew that he and Ryou would be swarmed by reporters on the next day if not tonight so he decided if he was going to try and get the pale teen to stop feeling so guilty of all this mess then he'd better convince Ryou now since reporters weren't making any attempts to interview them…yet.
"But still…it's my fault." Ryou looked up, his eyes showing a strong and sad emotion, "Just when I was actually getting used to being accepted by a crowd…bad things happen." He said miserably.
"Things happen, this wasn't your fault." Kaiba said sternly, "You should really be more confident of yourself, you did after all rank A." he lectured.
"But I can't…I'm not like you who's-"the teen spoke but was cut off by Kaiba.
"What, rich and powerful? 'Confidence isn't something you can only get with power and money' you should know that." The brunette quoted, his blue orbs focused at Ryou's brown and innocent ones…quickly snapping out from that blue gaze, Ryou looked down and sighed.
"You are aware that we just gave these reporters a juicy story right? A story that'll probably land a picture of all this on the newspaper." The pale teen said.
"I'm well aware of the consequences my actions are going to cause." He smirked, "but I don't care." The white blond look confused at first but then smiled sweetly.
"Thanks for beating that guy up Kaiba." Ryou thanked.
The CEO smirked and responded "You're welcome Ryou." He said, getting up from the chair and grabbing hold of Mokuba and Ryou's hands; Ryou blushed when he noticed that Kaiba was lacing their fingers together unlike with Mokuba who's hand he only cupped. "Mokuba, about that sleepover of yours, why don't we have it tonight?" he said smirking and looking down at his younger brother.
"Huh? Now? Why?" Mokuba asked his brother who gestured towards the reporters who were looking intently at them once in a while, and then when the dawn of realization hit him and Ryou all they could say was, "Oh…I get it."
And so without another word the three of them sneaked away from the crowd and got off the yacht to secretly get into Kaiba's limo so they could head towards Ryou's place.
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