Title: The Tragic Song
Genre: romance, tragedy
Rating: T for language and violence (mentions of sex, mpreg, and other things)
Pairings: YamiXYugi; BakuraXRyou; MarikXMalik; KaibaXJonouchi
Summary: This was a story from long ago. A story of a vampire king, his human lover, a jealous vampiress, and the 'mother' I thought I would once have. This is the story of why humans and vampires can not fall in love. This is the story of the tragic song that the vampire king Yami sings every night.
Me: All right! The next chapter!
Lucy: If no one understood, the last chapter was in Ryou's POV! I'll try to make sure that is clear, but if it isn't, then I will be sure to make sure that everyone knows it!
Me: So please enjoy!
Chapter Two: The Human Part II
Ryou sighed and strode down the hallway of the kingdom, towards his room. Even if he was in the comforts of what he dared to call his home, he kept to his lessons and walked with an even marching pace, head held high, back straight as a sword. He had been trained in the Vampire Military to walk as such.
It commanded respect.
Ryou strode by carefully, his heavy boots not even making a sound. He was dressed in black pants and white boots, and the top he wore was regal, royal-looking. He had chest armor to protect his heart, while everything else was a wide open target.
His hair, which usually was up in wars, was down now. Several strands were braided and held to the back in a small tie, but for the most part, his hair was down, swaying to his shoulders in soft silver waves. His eyes, dark brown, were staring straight ahead, locked on the path ahead of himself.
When he approached a few lesser soldiers, they clicked their heels together and straightened their spines. "General Ryou, sir!" they shouted, going into a salute.
"At ease, men," Ryou told them, stalking by.
The soldiers relaxed and fled down the hall to another area in order to guard it. Ryou continued down. Ryou stopped in front of his bedroom door before carefully opening it. He closed the door swiftly after striding in.
His room hadn't changed.
Ryou looked to the mirror and held a strand of his long hair. He frowned slightly. "I know I have to give my report to the King, but I think a bath is in order before all that," he said.
Ryou slowly unhooked his chest armor and slipped it off his shoulders. He placed it on the shelf near his bed, a red canopy covering it so that no one could peer into the bed when he was sleeping there.
Ryou unbuttoned his black longsleeve shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, revealing the corset-like camisole that he was wearing under it all. He kept his pants on, planning on removing them when he got to the bath. First, he'd make his bed. He was certain it was not made in the two months that he had been away.
"Ra, two months without a bath. I must reek," he laughed silently.
Ryou took a step towards the bed and drew back the canopy, revealing his messy bed. The blankets were thrown all over the place, the pillows tossed around, the sheets a mess, the-
He stopped when he spotted a figure sleeping upon it.
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Me: I bet we all know who the figure sleeping on Ryou's bed is!
Lucy: And if no one does, then take a guess, and read the next chapter when it's up, and we will all find out who the guy asleep on poor Ryou's bed is!
Me: Please review and we shall update!