So, Well, yeah, say my name three times and I'm back just as quickly as I left y'all~! (But no, I'm not Betelgeuse)
Well, yeah, after the whole std medical thing, I'm going to write something a bit more... atypical, I guess. P:
I've been watching "Repo" scenes on youtube- Mainly the "Zydrate Anatomy" one, and then I thought- Zydrate- Little blue bottle. Kaiba's medicine stuff- little blue bottle. Probably fluorescent like the zydrate bottle is. So... Kaiba's medicine = Zydrate? Ahmigod. I formed the whole idea before I even knew Repo existed, really, which kinds proves my personally hated hypothesis that it's ALL BEEN DONE BEFORE. Urf. Except Zydrate isn't what I'm talking about. P:
So, yeah, Repo's some pretty trippy shit that I have correlating ideas with- or vice versa. frachiz.
Paris Hilton and her catty voice need to STFU. Badly. P:
Here's that KaibaJou pg-13 smut I've been promising y'all. :3
I WON NOTHING. Kthzbye. Plox.
"Aufsteigen" is 'ascent' in German.
[Aufsteigen]
On the corner of a street stood a child. There were no buildings, no trees. only a grid of pavement sitting atop an endless expanse of asphalt. Old-fashioned lamp posts stood at a stiff attention on every corner. The scene stretched on for miles, without a soul in sight. The child looked around, blond hair swinging in and out of its view line. The sky was a mix of sepias, blacks, and blues, with clouds running hurriedly across it.
Where was its mother?
Where was its father?
Where was its sister?
Where was its family?
A female voice sounded off to a side, calling incoherent words. The child looked over to see a woman, a mother, standing off on a corner a few sections away. A man stood with her, and a little girl. They all held hands. There was a shadow behind them.
The mother called out to him again, beckoned him. The child stood on the corner, looking at them, wanting to go to them. His feet moved heavily, weighing as much as lead, insurmountable amounts of gold, even. He willed and willed and willed, tugged and pulled- it felt as if he ad run a mile- but he hadn't even gone but a few inches from his spot. He tried again. This time, the moving came easier. He was on the street now, stopping in the middle of it, the effort was still so great. He moved again. Little by little, each time, it became easier to move. He was almost to their corner now- he could see the details of the people clearly. He could see everything- everything but their faces. What he thought was a shadow was actually another child. The same size as the little girl, but with fine blonde hair. As he got closer, the figure turned. The child's skin was pale and smooth, its mouth a perfect smile- all flawless shades of white and pale pink. The child eyes were closed, with dark smudges of black, lashes, to mark where its eyes were. The hands were so small and perfect, like a china doll's. As the child got closer, the other one grew. Older and older and older until it was a teenager. And when he got closer, he could see that what he thought was perfect wasn't so perfect after all. The white skin was waxy, stretched tightly across a bony frame. The boys lips were pulled back over squarely shaped teeth, which looked white at first, but were now stained with a pale, yellowing red. The incisors were sharp, pointed- to much so to be normal. An apprehensive ball of fear formed in the child's stomach. The hands at the boys side were long and bony, spiderwebbed with a pattern of off-colored veins. The nails were old-looking and dyed a light red. The boys hair was tangled and coarse, and his eyes- the lashes were layered over grey-toned skin, circles. As the eyes opened, the child got scared- they were red. Blood red and lustrous, like gemstones. The gleamed. The sclera was yellow, and there wasn't any dark line dividing it and the iris. Ir faded from yellow to orange to re, just like that. And they seemed to fluctuate- Looking everywhere at once, seeing everything at once. They saw him- they observed him, dissected him-
Two bodies were twined together in an impossibly cushy bed- warm and slick and soft against each other. Hands moved and grasped needfully, holding and touching and fondling lovingly. Lips met sweaty skin, a tongue darted out to lick the pale expanse beneath it. Katsuya arched up beneath Seto, pushing up farther against him, trying to get closer than the impossible closeness that was already there. He shuddered as a hand reached down, sliding behind him. He gasped, jerking his head to the side. Where he had bee dying to go up, drive himself closer to the man above him, he was dying to get down closer now. There was a delicious heat- a tightness. He groaned, writhing and undulating, holding onto Seto's shoulders, sliding his hands down the pale, expansive back. Kaiba's mouth moved across his collar bone, opening, sliding down to the junction where it met his shoulders. He felt a slight pressure, a sting, before he felt his skin split open and and blood welling up. He moaned, pushing Seto closer, panting and gasping. He could hear the blood coursing through his veins, welling up through his arteries. Louder and louder, until it was a roar. It continued to grow and grow, until-
The alarm clock went off next to his bed. It's shrill blaring made his eyes snap open. They had gotten redder over the past few months. He slammed his hand down on the 'snooze' button, letting out a large amount of pent-up air. He felt uncomfortable as he sat up. It was an obvious problem- that dream. Oh, that dream. He reveled in the imaginary sensations, wishing, wanting them to be real... It had been months since it had become obvious that he like Seto. It had been a few weeks since Seto said he had liked him. This had quickly become evident shortly after the physical... he didn't want to remember that. It was to uncomfortable a memory. His mind was quickly turned to other things, though. They were close. At least, he hoped they would be. The feelings that welled up in him made him squirm. He shifted and the... problem...between his legs just wouldn't leave him alone. This would be a long, hard morning. He moved to deal with it, hoping this wouldn't happen again this week. The dreams he could handle. The physical side effects, however, he couldn't. Not at seven am.
[-_-_-_-_-]
Kaiba hadn't slept all night- hardly surprising, as he was nocturnal. But if he was taking the medicine Franz made for him, he should be acting like a human. His behavior patters, his sleep patterns, should all be normal. This wasn't... what was supposed to happen. He was jittery, he was incoherent, half of the time. It had been a few weeks since he had started to slip that one time, when Jonouchi was talking. Jonouchi... Katsuya. He definitely had energy. Kaiba had to admit that. He was constantly running all over the place, dragging him one place or another... this one time he practically jumped him after school, opening his shirt and where in the name of God is that stupid VIAL! He had one here not ten seconds ago! He ran his tongue over his teeth. His inscicors were an unusual one fourth of an inch- just the distance of the jugular below the skin. He was slipping more and more over the past few months- His want- his need- no, it was absolute lust. It was absolutely outrageous. There was never a problem with it all like this... he even considered drinking Katsuya's much as he loved Katsuya, as attracted as he was to him, his blood nauseated him. The black, gluey goo... it looked like a toxin. It probably was a toxin. A blood toxin... blood... Damn where is that vial! Something off in the distance crashed and shattered against the floor. He didn't much care. Turning around, his bare feet trampled along the hard wood floor of his room steadily, quickly, until they hit the residue of whatever had broke. His feet landed on sharp glass, the shards digging into his feet, slicing through them as he slipped and fell on his bum.
He looked to see what he had slipped in.
"Oh, shit... Mother Fucker!"
What had smashed was a little blue vial. Phosphorescent blue liquid, the exact color of antifreeze, spread out over the floor. It seeped into his pants legs.
That was the last vial of the damn stuff that that he had. He couldn't go so long without the medicine- the stretches of time in between taking doses of it were starting to get unbearable. He was close to digging his eyes out at how incredibly annoying, how incredibly and unbearably ridiculous, how out- of- hand... he was a drug addict now. Pathetic without the medicine he wanted... needed, now. He had no medicine, no way to go walk outside... It was somewhat fortunate- The school was closed due to a suspiciously impromptu ice storm.
Kaiba remembered Katsuya suddenly. He was coming over later, to see him. There had been four more murders in the past few months. All following the patterns of the violent ones before. He was sure Katsuya was behind them. He was sleeping with- infatuated, in love, whatever you want to call it- with a murderer. Not that he had a perfect record himself. But still- Katsuya was the proof. Leda wouldn't do anything- she hadn't done anything. She had a mountain of proof in front of her- she acknowledged it- but she was still right. They hadn't hear anything, not a word of proof out of Katsuya's mouth- that was the key. Katsuya was the key. He needed to tell them something- anything- about the mausoleum. About Sadie. Or the scientist creating the fakes. There were more of them, too. On every street corner now.
But Leda was right- without cold, hard evidence, every angle covered (Which, in Kaiba's mind, it was), the Organization wouldn't stand behind them. They had to have the words right out of the horse's mouth to move. And he would make it happen.
In the corner, on a desk by the bookshelf, his fax machine went off and spat out sheets of paper.
He grabbed up the sheets and started reading.
"Physical Results"
Scanning over that sheet, the results of all the tests were negative. He was normal. Health-wise, at least.
"Blood Tests
Adenine, Thymine, Cytosine, and Guanine are mixed into blood. Unknown genetic base is now present.
Identification Pending further testing.
Plasma is nearly absent from blood.
Red Blood Cells have congealed.
White cell count has plummeted significantly.
Mass amounts of Toxins are built up in the blood stream.
Organic Nanites and Transistor Metal Threads Present.
No noticeable immune system."
The white cell count didn't sound right... He filed away the original analysis somewhere. The pain in his foot and mess on the floor momentarily forgotten, he shakily tore through his files, eventually pulling out a sheet dated for a few days ago. Scanning down the page, he spotted it-
"White Blood-cell count abnormally high."
In about a week or so, his white cell count had totally reversed. And there wasn't anything there to make up for it.
Of course there wouldn't be, you idiot! He's a fake!
Normally, if someone was infected with the virus that produced vampirism, certain parts of their systems dies away. Harmful bacteria, toxins, everything except certain compounds and acids were expelled. White cells and other immunizing compounds were still there, strengthened, even, by the virus. Since Katsuya was more or less a glorified mad science experiment, there was nothing there to make up for anything that would wipe out his immune system and kill him.
He was becoming a walking Hazmat container. Good Lord.
He slammed the papers down, biting his lower lip. It was getting worse now. The pain in his foot was starting to become increasingly acute again, driving nails into his heels. He sat down in the office chair behind him, pulling his feet up, checking them for glass. Large shards were stuck into his hells and the balls of his feet. He could pull them out, they were no problem. It was the tiny little shards in there that he was worries about. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at his feet.
Damn, this would hurt.
[-_-_-_-_-]
The location had changed. Bertrand moved through the room of the church, looking in contempt at the relics and pews and windows. He detested religion. Unfounded beliefs in ridiculous beings. Religion was an ugly thing. No basis, no reality- it sowed seeds of discourse and started needless wars-
"It is funny you should think that, Bertrand, as you serve me. As you are starting a war. As you are fighting one. Funny thoughts for one who does what he hates, no?"
He looked over to the confessional to see a nun bowed in prayer. Obviously not a nun now. The black hood of the habit obscured the figure's profile. He moved to stand behind her, his hands clasped behind him and his head bowed.
"Do you look upon me as a god, Bertrand," She asked as she stood up, still facing forward. "Do you look upon me as a higher being?"
He remained silent.
"Speak, Bertrand. I will not judge you harshly. You have served me loyally, lovingly; unquestioningly, even, and you have more than earned the right to speak your mind to me without my judgement or admonishment."
His mouth tightened at the edged for a moment.
"You... you are the perfect leader. You are the light to lead the new world that will be created- how could anyone look upon you and not see a higher being? Being acknowledged as such is intelligence, cunning, skill... to be a higher being, a supreme being, even, one does not need to be a god. One just needs to be-"
"Above average? If that was all it took, Bertrand, then anyone could be a god. Still, you thoughts merit compliment. It is, without a doubt, an idea with strength. Still, your compliments of perfection flatter me. But! We have more pressing matters to attend to. Have you gotten the information, Bertrand? Has Erich returned successful?"
The scientist squirmed a bit.
"Not as yet. What you have asked for- it's not anything Franz will be able to get to on the KaibaCorp mainframe. I highly doubt Kaiba would keep records o the members of Paladin on his hard drive, even if it was protected by a completely independent eternity code."
The silence after this confession was what Bertrand had feared. His leader's... his goddess', dare he use the vile term, calm. Her pensive anger.
"What about Kaiba himself?"
"Kaiba...?"
"Yes, Kaiba, Bertrand! The man whom Sadie says will eventually undermine us!"
"Even Sadie, being the former Maglightum, can't tell-"
"Maglightum and a magician with a power to match an Asguardian! Use the talents at your disposal, Bertrand! You operated on her, you planted these ides in her head! Your technology made her ours! Our tool to use! And many others! You have nearly limitless resources, ones which cannot be wasted! Focus, Bertrand!"
She paused. Her voice echoed off the walls, rebounding a billion times stronger than the were until they faded away.
"Use Katsuya. He is close to Seto Kaiba."
"Couldn't we abduct Leda...?"
"Leda is to strong to crack under mental power that would otherwise fry her brain. It's that demon of hers, Hiram. Leda is a formidable force on her own, with the strength to match a god. With Hiram, she is very nearly a Titan. Even without him, she is incomparably strong. Beyond someone of our power at this moment. No, Leda is no good. We need to get the information through Kaiba. He is their weak link. His power stems from his Ka; his spirit beast, Duos. But the need for such a thing has fell into disuse in the past millennium. He does not possess a millennium item, anyway- they are long lost. Any strength stemming from his Ka will be long gone by now. Kaiba's mind will crack easily under Sadie's power. Use Katsuya to get to him. Abduct him, get the information, inject him with an amnesia virus, and send him home. We'll have our information, and then we'll have our victory. Understand, Bertrand?"
"Of course."
"We prevail."
"We prevail."
Bertrand retreated, silently closing the large double doors as he left.
[-_-_-_-_-_-]
There was a knock at his door. Kaiba had just finished bandaging his feet up, yelling at the maid when she dare enquire further what had happened, having the time of his life resisting the urge to rip her throat open and drink her dry.. His feet still stung, not completely healed as he hadn't drunk anything in the past week or so.
The knocking started again, doubly sharp now.
"Who is it!"
"Um- Katsuya..."
That's right- he was coming over today. He was here. Kaiba had forgotten.
"Come on in."
He picked up a few pieces of glass, tossing them in his wastebasket.
A rectangle of light hit him, making him cringe as Katsuya opened the door. It quickly vanished.
"Why do you have the lights off?"
Kaiba rubbed his eyes, sitting down on his bed.
"Tired. Just tired. No real reason to, anyways."
Katsuya climbed up behind him, pulling him down on his lap.
"You alright?"
Pale hands went through chestnut colored hair. Looking up at Katsuya's face, he noticed how pale he was. He stood out starkly against the darkness of the room. He noticed that where his eyes had been amber when he first saw him, they were more red now. The sclera was tinged yellow, like a smoker's eyes.
He's a walking Hazmat container.
His liver was dead. His immune system was dead. His cells were dying. The technology that had created him had also left him completely venerable. And he had no idea. He would simply shut down some time. The thought pulled at Kaiba's conscience.
"Seto? Are. You. All. Right?"
"Yes," He smiled. "I'm fine."
"You don't look it."
Kaiba reached up to scratch Katsuya behind his ear. The blonde pouted.
"What?"
"You're scratching behind my ear."
"Yes."
"Like I'm a dog."
"Indeed I am."
"Seto?"
"Yes?"
"I will bite you."
Kaiba laughed. Long, pointed incisors showed blatantly.
He saw Katsuya looking at him curiously, one hand moving towards his mouth.
"You haven't fed," The blonde said pointedly.
"Not today."
"Not in the past week, by the looks of you. You look tired."
"I've been up all night."
"What about that stuff-"
"I ran out."
"Couldn't you go get some? Couldn't I go get some? Or have it delivered?"
"It's day- I'm vulnerable. After Erich got in, and I have no idea how," Kaiba frowned. "Nobody but me gets in there. And Franz isn't a doctor that does house calls."
Katsuya shuddered visibly at that.
"I could kill him."
"Good luck," Kaiba rolled over, pulling Katsuya down with him. "He's already dead."
"What about Rotwang? I bet he could kill Franz for me."
"I don't think Rotwang much cares."
Katsuya's arm moved to rest across Kaiba's stomach, his hand fisting in the light fabric of the other's shirt.
"What's his deal, anyway?"
"Rotwang?"
"Yeah. He seems kinda..."
"Off?"
"Yeah. He seems kinda off."
"He's insane."
"No shit, Sherlock. What else do I not know? That he's obviously a mad scientist?"
"I keep him around for programming and weapons. He has not reservations about morals or humanitarianism. He's perfect for constructing WMD's for me."
"You're making WMD's!"
"Well, not yet..."
Katsuya hit him playfully on the chest.
"Seriously, though, what's wrong with him?"
Kaiba shrugged.
"I simply don't know."
"And he's working with you?"
"For me. I don't have to know about his background, nor do I have to care. He wants to stay alive for as long as possible. I use that want to convince him to work for me."
"You bribe him with immortality."
"And he gives me weapons."
Katsuya climbed on top of him, laying down on him, his hands crossed under his chin.
"You are an immoral beast, Seto Kaiba."
"You don't much care, though, do you?"
"No," He kissed him. "I don't. I care about you and what you do."
Kaiba smiled.
"And not the mental and emotional effects of whom I associate with?"
"No, because you're already Satan. Rotwang can hardly corrupt you."
"I'm Satan? Hardly. I've met Satan. I'm better looking and more amicable."
"Better looking? Yes. But amicable? My ass is more amicable that you."
Kaiba frowned.
"It had better not be. Not to anyone other than myself."
"A machine gun, them."
They would have continued that playful banter had a shadow even darker than the surrounding ones in the room proceeded to hover over them, leaning down...
Kaiba saw it before Katsuya did, And rolled him out of the way.
Surprised, the blonde laid on the bed as Kaiba quickly pulled the bayonet blade out of the drawer in the bedside table. It was pointed at the shadows throat instantly. Katsuya had no idea how that would wound it, though.
Red cracks appeared on it's head where eyes would be, glowing and ominous, chilled deep blue.
Leda would like to speak with you two. Now. In the Parlor.
"Why does Leda want to speak with us," Kaiba demanded.
"What the hell is a Parlor," Katsuya asked, confused.
The shadow just gave him a cold look.
She expects you there in the next minute.
Then it evaporated.
Kaiba replaced the Bayonet and proceeded to storm out of the room, pulling Katsuya behind him.
Out in the hallway, heavy curtains were drawn over all the windows, keeping out harsh sunlight. The bright, eco-friendly Halogens made up for it in harsh brightness, minus the UV rays, of course.
Storming down the stairs (With Katsuya stumbling in his wake), he stomped into the TV room.
"What is it?"
Leda was reclined on a couch, leaning up against Hiram, who had his arm slung around her shoulders. She was sipping a coffee, looking bored.
"What is it!"
She looked over, raising her eyebrows.
"Oh. You're here. Both of you. Good," She set the mug down. "Let's get started."
She looked at them, her hands folded across her stomach.
Kaiba stared her down, looking as if he wanted to kill her.
Katsuya knew what he wanted to kill her for.
Hiram probably knew, to.
The man might as well have been made of C4.
"What. Do you. Want."
"Important things must be discussed."
"Like what!"
"Sit down."
"Hurry up and spit it out."
Kaiba looked strained. He was tense. He was ready to snap.
That tension permeated the rest of the room.
"Seto-"
"What?"
"Sit down."
"Jonouchi..."
"Sit down, Seto."
Katsuya pushed on his shoulders, backing him towards the other couch.
"Sit down, please."
Katsuya sat down, pulling Kaiba with him. He propped his elbows on his knees, leaning forward.
"What is it that you want, Leda?"
"To discuss. With you and your boyfriend."
"Discuss what!"
"Him!"
Leda pointed at Katsuya, looking up at the celling.
"What about me?"
"What are you?"
"E-excuse me?"
"What are you," Leda swung around, sitting up and placing hr palms on the coffee table. "What are you? Who are you? Where did you come from? What are you!:
"I-I'm a vampire, I guess..."
"You're sure?"
"Pretty darn."
"What backs you up?"
"Um... fangs, drinking blood... resistance to aging, being nocturnal... That kind of stuff, I guess..."
"You guess?"
"Yeah."
"You guess? So you're not 100 percent sure?"
"Um... I am 100 percent sure."
"Oh really?"
"Really."
"Okay then. That's all I wanted to know from you. Out."
"Okay..."
"Out! Out out out! Now! Go! Vamoose! Adios! Avituzen! Ciao!"
She stood up and waved him out feverently.
"Um, okay-"
"Out! Out! Out! Now!"
"Okay! I'm going, I'm going! Bye, see you later! I'll be outside!"
He left, Seto watching him curiously.
She plopped back down, her hands on her knees, leaning down. Her elbows were out like bizarre wings.
"Now, on to you. We have a problem here, Kaiba."
Her elbows went down to her knees.
"You are becoming a liability."
"Wh-"
"Hey! Let me finnish! You are spinning out of control. What's up?"
"...It's none of your business. It's nothing special."
"Horse shit."
Leda glared at him, looking at him questioningly before pulling her shirt sleeve back and holding out her harm.
"C'mere."
"No."
"Seto Kaiba, I don't care if this means degradation or rape to you, you are weak. You need blood. You can't drink Hiram's, it'll make you not only useless but high. Jonouchi's blood will poison you. You won't drink from Mokuba, he means to much to you. You're out of medicine and you can't go outside. You're going through withdrawal you've been on it so long. And you wouldn't be able to escape public notice if you went out and fed tonight. You wouldn't even make it through the day. So swallow your damn pride and drink. You're utterly useless otherwise."
Walking over to him, she squatted down and held out her arm.
"Drink. Now."
He hesitated before doing so.
Leda gritted her teeth. Well, the books and movies lied. This didn't feel good. It wasn't good in any way. This was needles digging in her arm. Sure, it was only a forth of an inch, but it was like a shark- the teeth weren't long, but jaw strength and the pliance of flesh made it worse than it was. She was feeling lightheaded, too. The room was swaying... and blurry... and twirling...
"I know you get a lot of strength from me, and I know you're brave, but you don't have to be ridiculously brazen, Leda."
Pale hands took her arms, pulling them away from the teeth. Dull pain pulsed in her forearm, and she felt sick and lightheaded.
"Are you okay?"
"Fmm? Yuh... damn- bashtard..." She looked at her arm. It was smeared with crimson. "Shit..."
"Why did you... do that," Kaiba asked, holding his head in his hands.
"You're not about to drink her dry. You need to get yourself in control. Now go on back to whatever you were doing. We're done here."
Seto staggered to his feet. He felt pleasantly dazed.
"Kaiba... Get to the Mausoleum through Jonouchi. Get him to say it. Say that he;s one of them. Get a recording... then we'll go from there."
She shuffled out of the room, aided by Hiram.
Kaiba sat on the couch, digging his hands into it. Jonouchi peeked in.
"Seto? Are you-" He noticed the blood smeared across the other's face. "Are you all right?"
[Ende pt. 12]
Hmmmmm yeah THIS CHAPTER SUCKS KaiJou kerfuffley canoodling shistuffery reinforcing what's already been done and said and shiz. I'm more than 60% sure that this'll stop spinning it's damn useless wheels pretty freaking soon. ):