(Play opening theme song: 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You' by My Chemical Romance)
Perched in a tree, near the college students' window, two vampires peered in on their unsuspecting victim. One with binoculars, another just staring the smaller gagged a bit at the sight of...something.
"What
is THAT?" Yuugi asked, sounding disgusted. Seto blinked, looking
at the object Yuugi was referencing.
"Looks like a sweater to
me." Seto replied.
"That is not a 'sweater'." Yuugi
said with a hint of sarcasm. "That is some evil, unsexy, ugly,
knitted shirt of unsexyness meant to unsexify the smexy sexy sex
thing that is..." He took a pause for dramatic effect. "Yami."
The tiny vampire finished with a dramatic motion of his hands,
gesturing to named college student in the window. Seto stared at his
leader, slightly disturbed.
"You need to get OUT
more."
"What do you think I'm doing tonight?" The
smaller of the two retorted, picking up a walkie-talkie from God only
knows where. He clicked the thing on so the receiver in their
assistants' ear could hear the vampires.
Their assistant being Jou (His friend Honda sat next to him).
"He seemed rather eager to do this." Seto noted. Yuugi smiled.
"Can't
dislike enthusiasm." The tiny vamp chirped happily before
beginning to talk into the walkie-talkie. "Tell my sexy Yami to
loose the sweater." He commanded. Jou gave a soft nod before
relaying the message. Yami blinked at him when that was said.
"Why?"
"It's disGUSTing." Yuugi scoffed.
"It's
disGUSTing." Jou copied. Seto stared at that. Yuugi slapped his
forehead. Yami blinked.
"My mother made this before she
died."
Ouch...
"I didn't know his mother knit." Seto said softly. Yuugi stared.
"You okay?" Seto asked. Yuugi didn't answer. The CEO sighed. The smaller vampire didn't have parents. Never did. Seto didn't hear the story of why because Yuugi didn't like talking about them at all.
Seto
suspected it was Yuugi's excuse for not knowing at all himself.
"I'm
going to sound like a bastard for saying this..." Yuugi started,
staring. "But I wish that sweater was buried with her."
Seto stared, slack-jawed before slapping the mini-vamp upside the
head.
--SLAP!--
"OUCH!" Yuugi yelped. The blue-eyed
undead grimaced.
"You're horrible!"
"Oh, and
YOU'RE the perfect model for all kindness?" Yuugi asked, knowing
Seto's cold-ish nature. "You know what? I give up on them. I'm
just going to have Ryou and Bakura settle this little outfit
issue."
"You CAN'T be serious." Seto said.
"Knowing Bakura, he'll look like a bondage slave. And knowing
Ryou….Yami'll end up in a DRESS."
Yuugi silently pondered that for a moment.
Yami in a Marilyn Monroe dress, winking sexily, blowing a kiss with a soft breathy "Happy Birthday, Mister President." flowing from his supple lips…
"Don't go there." Seto noted as Yuugi drooled a bit. The mini-vamp shook himself out of the trance.
"Whatever." He sighed. "LOOSE the SWEATER!" Yuugi commanded again into the Walkie-talkie before turning it off and hopping out of the tree, disappearing into the night.
--
"WHAT
is WRONG with the SWEATER?' Yami sighed exasperated.
"Really,
Yami...not to insult your Mom…but it's hideous." Jou
confessed. Honda stared.
"THOSE colors don't belong with
THOSE colors in THAT printing in THAT fashion." The
Narwhal-haired college student said bluntly.
"You're a riot." The musician dripped.
"The
restaurant you and Yuugi are going to is five-star." Jou said,
with a twirl of his wrist. "You don't wear something like...THAT
to a five-star restaurant."
"How do you know it's
five-star?" Yami asked, curious while fingering a pain white
shirt. Jou smiled.
"Well, he KIIINDA told me this as he
hacked the hotties bank account."
"Hottie?" Honda
asked. Jou squealed, thumping his feet.
"Yes! The ultra sexy
super-hottie Seto Kaiba!"
"Jou,
give up." Yami sighed, putting the white shirt back. "Seto
isn't gay."
"Tph." Jou scoffed. "Ye-et."
He smirked. Yami blinked at that.
"What makes you so sure?" Jou blinked.
"When am I NOT sure?"
"When...you're deciding between a hot dog and a chili cheese burger."
"NOT what I meant and you KNOW it." Jou said to a smirking Honda.
Bang,
Bang!
"YAMI! Open the door!" A familiar voice
rasped.
"Oh no..." Yami moaned, face-palming. "Don't
let them in."
"Jou! Honda! Yuugi says you're both
relieved of duty now. We're taking over!" Ryou shouted, softer
than Bakura but loud for himself.
"WHAT?"! The college
student gasped, appalled. Jou and Honda both nodded and opened the
door. "TRAITORS!" He screamed as Bakura and Ryou dipped
their heads in the room. Yami froze as he saw evil smirks creep onto
their faces.
"You have nothing for your date tonight."
Ryou 'tsk'ed.
"So Yuugi wants us to…help." Bakura chuckled, pulling a long rope from behind his back.
The
student was suddenly spun around with the rope, only to be forced
into a stop a bit later and to be tied up.
"WHAT THE
FU-"
"WARDROBE MAKE-OVER!" The two screamed with
insane grins. Yami looked to his friends who just watched.
"Why
aren't you doing anything?" he asked.
"Well, Yuugi's
paying us if we do the job or not." Honda said bluntly.
"YOU
TOOK A FUCKING BRIBE?!"
"Hey, I will take any
opportunity to get you in bed with a hot guy." Jou said (Yami
blushed a bit). "Getting paid just makes it better."
"I HATE YOU BOTH!"
"Don't hate us, hate Yuugi." Honda said calmly. "Or at least those two maniacs who are plotting your outfit." Yami paled significantly, suddenly being hoisted up into their arms.
"Bye
bbbyyyyeeee..." The two grinned, speeding away.
"DON'T
JUST STAND THERE! HELP ME!" The musician cried.
But he was merely replied to by two waving hands and goofy grins.
'I need new friends.'
Yami
thought miserably before being yanked into the cold November air. A
black stretch limo was pulled in front of his house. The musician
gaped at the sight.
"What the fuck?! When did THAT get
there?" Yami asked, in shock, awe and slight envy. But the envy
faded as the devious duo placed him in front of the back-seat window.
The window rolled down, Yuugi popping his head out of the tinted
windows. He pulled his sunglasses (That he was wearing) to the bridge
of his nose, surveying the duo's job.
"Good work." He said, smirking as he pushed his sunglasses up again, his eyes now invisible behind the shades. "Now get him into something more appropriate for the evening. And make it...appealing." He chuckled as he said this before rolling the window back up.
'That...little...bastard...'
Yami thought, slack jawed, as the limo drove off. Bakura and Ryou merely grinned at the musician.
"Caaaaan DO!" they cheered in unison, dragging Yami down the street to the tuxedo place (wherever that was).
And Yami was forever fearful of Bakura Akefia and Ryou Tokuhoshi.
--
The dark-skinned maiden waited patiently in her seat, dainty hands lying in her lap. Her bright golden eyes didn't move as the two vampire hunters entered the room.
"Miss
Dinayah," Malik started, bowing to the Elder (Even though she
appeared to be in her mid-20's.). "You called for us?"
"Yes,
Malik. Marik." She said, her voice breathy and soft. She stood
up, turning to face them, waist-length red hair swishing a bit as she
moved. "The powers have granted you both a new assignment for
the evening."
"What? But, Yuugi and-" Marik
started, only to be silence by a single dark finger. Dinayah's raised
his signaled for her explanation.
"It is not my will. I
understand that you wish to fulfill your vengeance, even if I do not
approve of such. But you must also understand that there are more
vampires than Yuugi, Seto and Bakura. These two are possibly more
dangerous." She meekly stepped away from her seat, walking
daintily to the hunters. She held out a manila folder with a silver
trim.
"Jasmine and Vladimir Drac. Twins." She said. Malik took the folder and flipped it open to two pictures. One of a buxom female with dark skin, long straight black hair, coal-black eyes and an evil smirk. She wasn't skinny but she wasn't chubby either. The other was a paler boy, his eyes and hair the same color as the girls but his hair was shorter. He was thin and lanky with a handsome face.
"The girl is 5''2; the male is 5''5." Malik read. "Descendents of Dracula?" He asked.
"We're
not sure." She said. "Their family is a known group of
liars and thieves so they may or may not be true Draculas, perhaps
just love children who got bitten and took the name to scare
people.."
"But Dracula's a myth." Malik said with a
skeptical look. "There's no WAY he'd be able to spread his
vampirism so far in the small burst of time that the vampires began
to appear in human culture."
"We don't know for SURE if
he's a myth or not but either way, the name proves them a threat."
Dinayah said softly. "So, you two must be cautious. Dracula or
no Dracula, they're very strong and very blood-thirsty." Malik
nodded.
"Of course, my Lady."
"But what about
Yuugi?" Marik asked. "He's the only one I'm truly
after."
"Take care of THIS threat first." She
urged. "That's all I can tell you." She said, tucking a
strand of red hair behind her ear. "Alright?" Dinayah
asked. Marik sighed.
"I guess."
"Marik,
it's just so hard to find them right now." The Elder said,
trying to explain. "Their mating season has every single vampire
standing out from the humans when we try to detect them. And it's
hard to tell which ones we need to eliminate and which ones we leave
alone." She tapped the manila folder again. "These two have
a lot of influence over a lot of vampires. They have been recruiting
lately for...some sort of plan. The Powers told me we need to get rid
of them. They seem to be the Ringleaders at the moment." Marik
stared at the folder and sighed.
"Alright...I'll do
it."
"Thank you both. Very much." She said softly.
Marik sighed.
'But I still think we should be after Yuugi.'
--
(Meanwhile at the Hall of Justice-I mean, some secret random place...)
The girl sat in her chair quietly, staring at the blank wall. Her face was covered by a white back, eyes black with darkness as the lips of the mask a ruby red. Her body was petite and thin, blue-green hair pulled into a low ponytail. Her hands rested on the desk in front of her, pale, like the rest of her skin, from the days she'd spent out of the sun.
She couldn't help but feel...very lonely.
It was too quiet.
"Miss Andrala..." A voice said, a man walking into the room. His short red hair and grey eyes, combined with his body shape and dress style, almost made him look like a woman. Though it was obvious he was not. The girl named Andrala looked to the man, the blank-unemotional mask boring into the man. He held a tray of bread and cheese and a goblet filled with red liquid that looked like blood.
"Your
meal, Miss Andrala." He said formally, placing the tray on the
desk. She moved her hands so the tray could be placed but otherwise
made no move to eat or drink.
"Miss Andrala...you need to eat
something." The man said.
No
response.
He sighed.
"Don't bother, Amelda." Another
voice said. This man kept to the shadows, though one could see his
eyes from his place, one blue and one green. "She cannot speak.
The mask assures me of that." The girl turned to the hidden man,
swiping a hand over her mask. The solemn, unemotional expression
turned vicious at the swipe of her hand, fangs now seen as she
frowned ferociously and the eyes glowing dark red. If looks could
kill, this man would be sent to hell twenty times over and then some.
But the shadowed man chuckled.
"Don't look at me that way,
sister. I'm only doing what will further benefit my plan." He
said smoothly. "And if my plan is complete, you won't need the
mask anymore."
Another hand swipe. The fierce look grew fiercer and the eyes flashed deadlier. The man cared not.
"Oh come now, Andrala. Don't be such a child. If you told anyone about my plan..." The man stepped forward, his young face now visible along with his tall sturdy stature and blue heel-length hair. "I might kill you."
Another hand swipe. The vicious look was gone, replaced by a sad face with a blue tear running down the cheek, lips curled into a sad I'm-about-to-cry pout. The vicious red in her eyes turned a soft mournful blue.
"Master
Dartz-" Amelda started but was cut off.
"Don't bother,
Amelda. She's just communicating."
"No,
Master, I mean...um...how IS the plan going?" Dartz glared with
a keen blue eye.
"Why do you ask this, Amelda? Are you
unfaithful in me?" Amelda gaped, shaking his head.
"N-No
Master Dartz! Never! It's just that...it's taking so long. I worry
that the others will grow impatient." He said. Dartz scoffed,
not buying it but accepting the answer...for now.
"I'm
merely biding my time. The Powers That Be as well as the other Elders
know that there is a stirring within our kind. Vladimir is throwing
them off our trail with a 'plan' of his own, but by the time anyone-
including himself -realizes the TRUE threat, it will be too late."
He smiled deviously. "It's so good to know that the world still
has good servants these days...Under mind control OR free
will."
Andrala did nothing, still keeping the pouting mask.
Dartz pursed his lips, unamused by his sisters' bitterness towards
him.
"Well,
if THAT'S how you shall act, sister mine, perhaps you wouldn't mind
being left alone again for a few days or so?" Dartz snapped his
fingers, turning on his heel. "Amelda! Remove Miss Andralas'
meal. She won't be needing it." Amelda blinked, not sure about
that.
"But...Master Dartz!"
"Just do it!"
Dartz commanded. "She's not eating it any-" He was cut off
as the blood-red liquid was splashed onto him. Andrala threw the
goblet violently at Dartz's feet, the object shattering as it hit the
floor. She lifted her hand across her face a fourth time, her teary
pout now a stern snarl, lips pursed to a thin frown and eyes narrowed
in her anger.
"Is
this how you'd like to live your life? In silent solitude?"
Dartz asked. "After what I did for you? After I granted you
immortality, you show me nothing but insolence you ungrateful brat."
Andrala didn't answer. "Well then... Amelda, do not bother
coming up here for the next week. My dear sister must think over her
actions. You may not come for anything. Neither food, nor drink or
even to assist with anything. She must be alone." Amelda, though
unsure, sighed and nodded.
"Yes, Master Dartz."
"Good.
Come with me." The man commanded, fangs sticking from under his
upper lip. "I'm feeling...famished. I'll need a drink."
"Yes, Master Dartz." The two males walked out of the room, the door slamming shut. The clicks and various other noises confirmed that Andrala's door was locked several times, ensuring no escape.
Andrala looked around the white walled room with no windows or décor. She stared at her desk, at the red stain on the white carpet, and at the brokn goblet. She swiped a hand in front of her mask again, returning to her blank expression.
And she sat perfectly straight and stared at the wall.
(Play ending theme song: 'House of Wolves' by My Chemical Romance.)
--
Digi12: grins Guess who has Microsoft Word again?! Cheers Oh yeah! Me does! That's who! And I'm sooo glad I'm getting to writing again!
Justin: Blinks
Digi12:
Don't mind him. Crap-fic's dead so he has no where to go.
Justin:
Sniffle
Digi12:...Anyone care to adopt? Anyway, on a different matter, me no own MCR or YGO! Nor do I own the mask that Andrala has.
Which reminds me!
CONTEST TIME!
Okay, so here's the thing; the mask is from a different TV show. Kind of old, but still awesomely. The first person who guesses which character wore the mask gets a tub of cookie dough! Extra brownie points to whoever says the name of the show she was from first! Aaaaand, if you say which episode she first appeared in, even MORE bonus points. BUT! The first person who can guess all three of these (WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE OTHER ANSWERS!) will get to pick from:
A) Setting the scene of a lemon between any of the pairings in this (YamixYuugi, BakuraxRyou, MarikxMalik or JouxSeto)
OR
B) Having an OC (That you made up.) Be used in a chapter.
This is a big risk for me...buut it's worth it. BYE BYE!