Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A New Story From Begining to End ❯ Ryou's Begining ( Chapter 2 )

A New Story From Beginning To End

By: Nasyki/ or Dark Cherub

Chapter 2 (Ryou's Beginning)

~*~Scene One Of Eight: Bakura Ryou

 

A small and sweet yawn escaped the mouth of the waking figure. His long white locks sprawled across his bed like silver strands of moon sliced into a neat assortment of strings. The hair was arranged in the messy way of new mornings, yet to no morning did he wake to find his hair curling around his pale face and sticking slightly to his pillow. This, as every other time he'd awoken was no morning. It was not a dawn in which the sun raises to shine its warm rays of light against a pale body; it was but an evening where the sun sets to reveal the dark and cool clutches of another lonely blackness.

 

Milky glowing rays of sunlit colors blanked his murky room in an eerie way; one that would have sent a shiver down the spine of a body awake enough to have seen it. His dull room held what would be thought of as reds, and oranges when in reality were dark blues, blacks, and purples. With each passing minute the bright colors would fade and a new light would appear. Leaving day, for the approaching night.

 

A meek ringing sounded through his diminutive chamber, echoing like it would if it were an endless hall filled with nothing but fickle detail and silent breaths. A grown of annoyance escaped petal soft lips as reality was sucked into the dead consciousness of the once sleeping figure. With no amount of argument his body complied with that of which it asked, and he pulled himself up with the grace of a swan. He began to rub his eyes, as though to rid him self of the tiredness that engulfed both body and mind.

 

A sigh sounded as his frail arms fell to his sides carelessly, a useless appendage that lost all feeling while eyes opened. Divine russet pools of hope and hollowness gazed unto the world set before them. His simple face that held such understanding for the world had a peacefulness that could melt the ice of the artic. Blinking away what little disorientation that one of such purity cold hold, he turned to a small clock like thing that read, `05:45'1(A.N. I'll explain the way their time works later but here is a heads up…. `Minute: Hour.')

 

Reaching over to the strange item he lightly tapped a button that stopped the chiming immediately. The sun was setting, and his classes would start in an hour…he'd have forty minutes to get ready, thirty minutes to finish up his homework, and twenty minutes to go to school without getting held up by vampires….

 

He smiled and hopped out of his canopy bed that every human was required to have, his in particular made of black metal. It was covered in light purple sheets, pillows and a comforter, it had lace purple scarves that danced and spun around the four poles that reached a height far beyond him self. Quickly fixing up his bed by straitening up his pillows and flattening the sheets neatly in a mock tidiness that could just be accepted as tolerable, he continued by gliding across the dimly lit room, to a corner in which a dresser stood.

 

Taking a deep breath, he opened the top drawer and pulled out his dark blue uniform. He ran his fingers over the soft silk cloth stopping where his fingers came to a small detail in the embroidery of a Chinese dragon made of shining gold thread. Slipping the shirt over his head, he gave a light tug to the hem of it and it melted over his every curve. Then, quickly he pulled on his tight pants before turning around and looking himself over as best he could. He sighed as he looked at the reveling outfit he wore, thinking darkly to himself, `who ever runs the school district must be pretty perverted to have designed all the uniforms to be so reveling.'

 

His attire was a solid blue shade with gold trim. The designer had the audacity to create a none-to-fitting tight two-piece: shirt and pants. Along with the trim of crisp and warm gold there were also gold-embroidered dragons across it. One located in the center of his back large enough to cover its area quite well, the other on his pants, just beneath his pant pocket. The shirt was a sleeveless `V' cut that's dip extended to the hemming, but if not to make it more revealing than it already was, it was a halter-crop top exposing his back as well as showing his entire stomach. The shirt alone seemed to want to be alluring to the entire vampire race. The only thing that seemed at all to be even close to unexpressive was the fact that it had been planned with long pants. Though what were long pants when they clung tightly enough to the legs so those that looked saw the tense mussels working beneath the all to light fabric. Sighing, he moved to his bathroom door and switched on the light.

 

 

 

~*~Scene Two Of Eight: Father Figure~*~

 

 

 

After about forty minutes of getting ready, he quickly finished his homework, and then he walked down the stairs into the kitchen, smiling as his mother was already making dinner.

 

“Good evening Ryou-chan…” she smiled briskly, before giving him a rushed glance. “So how did you sleep?”

 

Giving his mother a meek smile he noted as he did every morning, that she was indeed beautiful. They shared the same long messy hair only she would always have it pulled back into a high ponytail that went down to mid back, the same creamy colored skin stretched across her slim form, and several other things that many always used to mistake him for a girl. The soft cream-colored skin had always reminded him of satin, even their height was no exception to perfect similarity.

 

Most people often considered them one divided image, sometimes mistaking them for identical twins, but there was something that all of them overlooked, their eyes. Ryou had more of a cocoa-like color, and his mother had an unfathomable green, the color of the dew-dipped grass on the darkest night when the grass deepened into the richest green shade.

 

“Well,” he answered curtly, speaking light in the nights' normality. “I suppose…” Seating him self into a wooden chair already pulled out and waiting in front of the small kitchen table with soft smile bracing his lips. There was a long comfortable silence that followed as the minutes passed and the kitchen continued to emit the muffled smells of cooking food. He and his mother had something special where they did not have to use words to communicate how they felt, they just knew. It always made it so much easier to sit in serene silence.

 

A soundless sigh escaped his parted lips as food was set onto the table with light clanging noises, then a scooting of a chair was all before the sounds settled again. The sounds of nothingness swallow up the room and their entire world as they ate. Ryou sat there eating calmly.

 

Though, no silence can last long though, something he had learned through many years of trial and error and an inaudible yell was herd approaching from a room several halls down, a storm of steps along with it heading in their direction.

 

“Mom? Is father home?” he asked chewing on his bottom lip after having set down his fork, rather unsure of himself.

 

“Yes honey, he is…” giving him an unsteady gesture, he knew that it was a bad thing. Ryou got up swiftly and picked up his plate with his half eaten food on it. What he wanted most was to get out before things got to unbearable for him to handle. Though it always seemed to end unbearable, no matter how hard he tried.

 

“Uh…I don't want to be late for school, and you know how hard it can be to get through town without running into vampires…so I'm going to leave a little early tonight…” his voice was rushed and anxious, yet still held a steadiness to it that one would say was, slightly atypical when you thought of the severity of such a situation he was about to enter.

 

The reviled thuds of feet against wood along the to near passage became synchronized with the beating of his own heart: hard, heavy, and sickening. Hastily he rinsed the dirty dish and put it into the dishwasher before running to a closet on the far side of the kitchen, left of the door. Reaching into it he pulled a lightweight jacket and his book bag only to shut the closet door and find him self faced with deadly intent in eyes of his evil. Stepping back he touched the doorknob and gave it a light twist in one direction, and then again in the other, his eyes never leaving the approaching figure, until no longer could he deny the fact; the door was locked.

 

Turning in utter panic he reached for the first two of four locks and swiped them opened but two was not enough, maybe he could have escaped if he had gotten all four at that moment exactly. He knew he had been to late as he could feel a brawny hand grip tighten itself around his frail arm, and yank him away from his only means of escape, back…back into the clutches of the only demon he'd ever known…back to the pain of life…

 

Time moved slowly as he could feel the pain in his arm escalate, his mind was empty now, there was no hope, no one to save him.

 

“No stop!!!” his mother yelled as she always did, only to be cut off by a brutal kick to her gut, she fell into the depths of the darkness, as she had on countless occasions.

 

“Bloody woman,” his father growled kicking her again even after she had gone down. Even through her unconscious state one could hear the gagging sound fallowed by a short chock and blood splattering to the tile floor.

 

Ryou drooped his small black school bag having nothing better to do with it. You don't know fear until you have felt yourself being thrown into a wall, and knowing what would come next. Before making contact with the surface of the wall, he could close his eyes in deepest pain as he had managed to memorize after many years of this particular torment the feeling of a body against any surface they could possibly hit against. This was one that would have the short shot of feeling blown into the body, with no air to fallow suit into his deprived lungs. After he lost his breath his head would pound, his vision would momentarily darken and he would feel almost paralyzed. Ryou moaned as he finally hit the hard ground. The sound of his father reaching for a drawer and taking something pulsed through his throbbing head. But he knew without having to see it what it was.

 

“F-father?” he chocked out in between indignant breaths, the wind having been knocked out of him when he had hit the wall no time at all before he continued on with the session. “S-stop…” he murmured to what he knew would be no avail. The words just seemed to come naturally to him now.

 

Ryou felt thick and warm fingers wrap around his skinny neck. They pulled him up making it impossible for breathing of any sort to commence. After a moment suspended in the air, the fingers tightened their grip and shoved him back down, onto the table: hard. As his body made contact, he didn't even have to know what to be shocked about, everything came as it always did. The way the things occupying the table earlier being forced to slide off and shatter. Still being held firmly in place by the older man, breath never came to him causing his mind to fuzz as he was now on the verge of passing out. He opened his eyes to meet the eyes of his aggressor…his father's eyes almost ruby in color. The only problem with that was naturally they were amber.

 

A small pain began to fill his navel, one that he had not be used to. Looking down slightly, not knowing what to expect Ryou noticed a small object in his father's free hand, pressing deeply into his skin. `Oh gods no…' he thought desperately, to panic-stricken to move. Then, the pain suddenly became sharp, and a warm liquid began to pour down his side and onto the table.

 

Panting hard with a certain blood lust filling his eyes, his father slowly lowered the knife deeper into the already broken skin.

 

Ryou screamed throat burning and pulling apart as though it were the mouth to hell. A light chuckle escaped the throat of the muscular figure pinning him down, his short gray hair sticking up strangely in every direction, and tan flabby skin giving off a rough, leather look. He glared down at the struggling teen wickedly, grinding his teeth together in an insane sort of way.

 

Screaming bloody murder Ryou did his best to pound against his offender's chest in attempt to flee, doing no good and leaving him more weak and vulnerable than needed be. Tears that had gone unnoticed now mixed with blood in his colorless hair, turning it to a washed out pink in the process. His meager struggles to prevent his father of damaging him anymore than he already had began to die down with his loss of energy.

 

---Screams that go unsought, pleas that remain unheard, tears that can't be dried, a life that can't be returned…---an evil smirk remained on undeserving lips, as the pain he created increased. With his dagger of death wedged between Ryou's life and his nonexistence he felt himself on the brink of sweet unconsciousness, only to step back for fear of his mother's well being.

 

Ryou's screams now weakened along side his struggles, every part of him burned with an aching to strong to bear. His state of being was now to the point where he had grown unaware of himself enough to forget to notice the pains as they began numbing out. All that was left for him to feel now before death was the feeling of a strange air-like state of the brink of death, a light-headed sense that nearly washed out his hope and need to live. He had become too weak to feel the knife being taken out of his deep wound, nor was it noticeable to him now that the fact was: his father was off of him.

 

Ryou's vision hazed with red as he slid off the table preparing to stand. But it became a failed attempt instantly leaving his only other way around it, to manage doing so by dragging himself against the supporting surfaces of a wall. His state of mind now was more comparable to water in his hands, trickling fast out of his reach and making him so un-aware of the trail of blood that fallowed step in large splatters. He headed for the door that now was so far away and seemed to be getting further rather than nearer.

 

Had Ryou been in a healthy state of mind, he would not have done what he was about to even if he had been an oblivious person, for it was no less than insanity at its greatest exploit. Taking deep, unsteady breaths he made his way to the door with his mind void of reason. He repeated the same phrase over again, more for setting a goal for himself than to actually get help of some sort.

 

“H-help…someone…please…m-my mother…help her…” his words were short and pained, no more above a whisper than his breath.

 

 

 

~*~Scene Three Of Eight: Helping Tongue ~*~*~

 

 

 

Ryou stumbled out his front door, sliding onto level ground and coughing up what was probably his own blood. He felt unsteady in the world, as all he could see was the vivid red that resembled his own bleeding hand. Words that hadn't been processed escaped his lips, in incomprehensible assortment of syllables.

 

Only to the acute hearing of a vampire they came out as clear as crystal.

 

“H-help…someone…p-please…my mother…help her…” Ryou attempted to scream for help, but his esophagus was to enflamed from his abuse he had caused it with constant screaming to do so.

 

His small hand held tightly to the large gash in his side, the gash that was slowly draining his life away with his blood. He drags his unwilling body to an alley, one that he knew like the back of his hand seeing as he took it as a rout to school every night. Never had he encountered a vampire in this passage, so he assumed it was safest. Breathing heavily he made his way to the middle of the path, his eyes closed in a futile attempt to block the red out.

 

A growl sounded through the area, and it was immediately recognized as a vampire's terrifying hiss. Ryou's eyes shot opened and his eyes met nothing but shadows, that was, until six glowing golden eyes opened and narrowed on him. Gasping for breath Ryou turned to run, and made it over half way before eight more eyes appeared blocking the other opening.

 

Gulping down his fear, he stepped back, and tripped on a garbage can, feeling something ripping into his leg as he landed in an anomalous position on his ankle. Withdrawing in pain he closed his eyes in acceptance of his dose of fate.

 

The prowling growls approached. They were enclosing him into a smaller, and smaller secluded space he could feel there ever approaching bodies as a cold air illuminated from them enveloping him. Ryou's raspy breaths only helped to prove how helpless he was; it allowed the vampires to know just how easy he'd be to take. The little hope Ryou had once had was now withering away permitting entrance for the doomed thoughts of his mother, and how pointless a life he had had.

 

A speck of sand was flung to his face, and stung his nose lightly. Knowing what this would have to mean, Ryou squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as possible. `At least make it fast…' he thought hopefully. Drawing into himself Ryou waited a moment for the deadly kick, slap, someone to pick him up, the odor…anything to come…but it never did.

 

Nothing of that sort ever happened it was just silent. Or, not completely silent, there was a small dripping sound, two quick small drops, and then silence, fallowed by the same drops landing in a puddle of some sort.

 

`What the fuck?' Ryou thought absent-mindedly opening his eyes, still hazed with red.

 

There were two legs…no four…only one set was lifted slightly from the ground. Ryou turned his gaze upward slowly, almost frightened of what he would find. That was when he next felt a cold dot splatter against his cheek. Closing his eyes at the sudden cold contact he reopened them to see a bloody hand through the chest of the lifted vampire. There was only a shadow of the scene, but it was all too obvious as to what had transpired. Ryou gasped, and felt his stomach heave, leaving him feeling the sudden erg to empty its contents because of its painful churning.

 

A deep chuckle rung through the night air as the dead vampire was thrown against a wall and slid down it to the floor. Ryou's eyes focused on the body as it did so, with a large splatter of blood being left against the wall as it slid down the surface with a sound on the verge of being described as meat being thrown onto a table. Then after letting his gaze rest on that vampire, they returned in homecoming to the vampire that had caused it all.

 

His mouth fell open out of pure shock.

 

The slender vampire set before him was now licking the blood off his hand, eyes focused on him…but he did not have the normal golden glowing tint, nor did he have the hideous, dulled red ones of his father…they were red yes. But like none he'd seen before…they glowed a burning crimson…they were the quintessence of a blazing red energy focused into an intense gaze directed on him. They drew Ryou to him…more than was necessary between two strangers.

 

The vampire also had long flowing hair, longer than his own, but just barley…just past his shoulder blades, to the center of his back…same color even. As Ryou looked into every detail etched in the vampire, it seemed to slip his mind that the vampire had just broken one of the first five Violations that's consequence: death. Though that may have been overlooked, he did not miss the movement forward that the vampire took.

 

Whimpering, Ryou endeavored to crawl away (not able to stand let alone get up). As one would assume, he was captured within seconds of doing so. Skinny fingers curled themselves around the collar of his shirt, pulling him up off the ground, and shoving him against the wall with the force of one of his father's full-powered blows. His back slammed against the wall while the predator's hand move from his back to his chest almost instantly.

 

Ryou, now breathing at profoundly rapid rate shook in the fear of being hurt, entire body aching with extreme pain for various reasons. His antagonist lifted his free hand to Ryou's face; he flinched and drew back.

 

Smiling, the reviled vampire licked his lips and pushed Ryou's chin up so that he faced him before leaning down…and…Ryou cringed again as cold lips forced them selves against his own. The lips were cold, and only half soft, as they were forced against Ryou's he had no choice but to let it happen. A tongue lined his lips, requesting entrance and when none was received, a tooth-bared bite sunk its way into Ryou's lower lip. A whimper burst out of Ryou's now opened mouth and the other forced his tongue into explore every element of the cavern. Feeling extremely subjugated to the fiend he attempted to push away the intruder, only to feel a sudden pleasure serge through his body as the hand that had once forced his face up now wandered down to his chest and into his short shirt.

 

Ryou gasped as the fingers of the man tightened on one of his nipples', hardening the rosy nub at the simple touch. Bringing his hands up again he wanted to push away from the vampire whom had not even a name attached to as he proceeded to do as he wished. Ryou was in his weak state though; with a gash in his side it didn't help much to actually fight back.

 

The unwanted kiss had been continuing for some time now and Ryou was feeling the need to breathe, yet was still not granted such a necessity. So in attempt to acquire the essential air, he was about to bite the demon's tongue, only at that same instant the human-like creature pulled back slightly, still holding him with unneeded strength against the wall. Looking at him in utter confusion, Ryou fallowed the progress the vampire took down his body, until he was on his knees. Gasping as the cool tongue flickered out of the demon's mouth and lightly touched his cut on his side.

 

A small tingle began at his slash as the vampire's magic began to work, healing the broken skin. Looking in amazement the deep injury slowly vanished from his epidermis. Though he had been schooled his entire life on the world and vampires' he'd never actually been witness to the vampires' healing abilities, any capability he so studied for that matter.

 

The vampire moved one hand away from its place from holding Ryou down, and it slid down his body, all the way to his ankle, where he had earlier tripped and sprained it ripping it open in some way or another. Ryou sighed as the pain was suddenly relieved from him, and he felt a warmth such as he had never felt before. It calmed all his unsteady nerves and left him in a peaceful state of being, as well as mind.

 

Humming happily he felt child-like and had some strange erg to giggle. Then the next thing he knew, the vampire was towering over him smirk across all his features. He leaned over to Ryou's ear and whispered in a seductive tone,

 

“Expect to see me again, dorei.” His fingers slid around Ryou's tag that had his name, and pulled it off from his neck. Ryou put up protest to this and stuck his hand out to grab it back, only to have his hand snatched before reaching it. Panic bubbling in his stomach he tried to get the important item back with his other arm.

 

---`Tags' as they are called signify if you were owned or not. If you have one, it proves that you are free, but if you don't it means someone had claimed you. Also if you were caught without yours at school you get into a lot of trouble. All for the simple reason no serf is allowed to go to school. --- His hands were thrown back before the thief then stepped back and dissolved into the darkness.

 

Ryou stood to dumbstruck to do anything but stare into the empty night. Thoughts wandering to everything that had just happened, and what he was going to do…several minutes passed before he even remembered about his mother laying unconscious in the kitchen, or that it was the third day…unfortunately, the day was not on his mind.

 

Once the his mother donned onto his memory his eyes widened and all he had to do was mutter,

 

“Oh shit…” before running top speed back to his house.

 

 

 

~*~*~Scene Four Of Eight: Taking up Space~*~*~

 

 

 

Darting into his silent house Ryou stumbled slightly. His father was gone there was no doubt in his mind about that. Looking to where his mother had fallen, he gazed over her limp form feeling a distinct disgust for his grotesque father. `I wish he would just die,' Ryou thought darkly wanting to dissect the man, slowly and painfully in his sleep.

 

He sighed and walked to his profound mother, looking at her with a sadness that he'd grown to know all to well. Leaning over slightly, he lifted the body with an attempt to wake her while doing so. Thought the young woman was of the same height and weight as him self, he was a very weakly teen and did not have the normal human strength, and even with his renewed body he just barely managed to lift her into his thin arms. Though he almost didn't make it all the way down the hall to his mother's small room.

 

Each step he made down the long passageway was a pained one that seemed to get harder and harder like with each steep he took, his load would double. His breath was small, short, and stressed when he had not even made it half of the way.

 

So when he finally had made to the chamber and his mother lay in bed, he had the appearance that he'd had just walked the length of the world thrice over. Lifting his unsteady hand he brushed some stray platinum blond hairs out of his young face that had seemed to of aged fifty years in the short time he had gone from searching to dragging.

 

Sighing in a defeated way he calmed his breaths to mere wisps. Exiting the room, he headed for the lining closet several doors down, taking a small face rag out that his mother needed at that very moment. Bringing it into the bathroom he dampened it with cool water before returning to the room in which a figure graced the bed. His hand across her forehead, brushed back her bangs, he then placed the cold rag onto her heated skin and stepped back, as though if he were to leave something might happen to the one and only person that really matter in his secured up life.

 

Sighing in recollection of the time he made his way back to the kitchen to tidy up the broken room. Only to be finish in somewhat of a rush, as it was already he'd have to run to make it before the first bell. Sweeping up the broken glass, and straightening out the room, the teen looked around it until his eyes contacted with his bag, then he was gone without another word, out the door and down the street; bag in hand.

 

 

 

~*~*~Scene Five of Eight: Friends? ~*~*~*~

 

 

 

Ryou groaned as he entered the school's boundaries, Mazaki Anzu, a tall, big breasted, brown haired, brown-eyed, bitch was clinging to his closest friends. One of which looked as though he were going to gorge out her eyes with a spoon, and feed them to the ravens…oh he remember Malik and how much fun he'd had with that description…

 

Trying to paste on a `happy face' he strolled over to the struggling teens, knowing something would happen if someone didn't stop them before it got to ugly.

 

“Morning guys,” Ryou smiled to a small tri-hair colored teen that seemed to be struggling desperately with the help of a dirty blond to restrain a small teen with a lavender gaze that was now engraved deep in anger.

 

“God damn it let go of me!!! I'm gonna' kill her!” screaming the teen thrashing about violently, knocking Yugi off him. But as soon as that happened another burnet, taller and stronger took his place. Yugi sat up on the ground and looked cross-eyed for a second while holding his head before shaking it and he looked up to Ryou and thinking a moment before smiling.

 

“Konnichiwa Ryou-kun, how are you today?” he asked as he returned to his feet.

 

//“Wa!!! Jou, hold him still, don't make me do all the work!”//

 

“Konnichiwa Yugi-chan, no better than usual. You?” Ryou asked cocking his head to the side so to see the fight that was progressing.

 

//“God damn it Honda, I AMMMMM!!!”//

 

“I'm fine, but Malik is in a bad mood.”

 

“Malik is always in a bad mood when around Anzu,” Ryou said then added sarcastically “I wonder why ever that would be.”

 

“Hmmm…maybe it has something to do with her talk of `friendship' and how he shouldn't try to kill random people. Satin knows that wouldn't give him anything to do for the majority of his time.” Yugi laughed and Ryou smiled at the comment.

 

“Ya, that kind of does it.” Ryou looked back to Yugi who grinned at him. “So...what did she do to get him angry this time?” Ryou asked as they both watched in amusement as the story in the background began to unfold.

 

//“God damn it, just let me get to her eyes!!! I swear I won't ask anything else of you!”//

 

//“What?! What part of, `No!!!' Don't you understand Malik?”//

 

“Umm…she first came up to us on the way here from the B.D., so she started by just hitting on everyone, but all that did was annoy him. She started to ramble on about just little stupid things…but then she moved to Malik as a topic, and started talking about how stupid he was,” Yugi looked up and began counting what he said on his fingers. “…How he doesn't have a girlfriend, how no girl would want to go out with him, and how he had no friends…there were a couple gay comments that really go him going though…So anyway, he got really pissed off by that, and started screaming and tried to kill her, but that's about it.”

 

//“Malik, this is exactly why you can't get a girlfriend.”//

 

//“Fuck you Anzu!!! Who ever said I wanted a fucking girlfriend, I'm gay!!! //

 

“N-nani…” Ryou went pale having lost track of the situation long ago.

 

“Nani?” Yugi scowled not understanding quite what seemed to be wrong.

 

“W-was today a third day?” Ryou asked voice hushed as if it were an evil question.

 

“Um…lets see…uh…ya…today is the 9th day of the 14th week…so yes…it is a third day. Why?” Yugi blinked a couple of times.

 

//Malik just got his hand free and was biting Jou to get his other hand back. //

 

//“God damn it Malik! I am on your fucking SIDE!!!”//

 

//“If you're on my side, give me the spoon!!! //

 

“I-I didn't g-go…” Ryou wryly mumbled.

 

“WHAT? WHY THE HELL NOT?!” Yugi looked at him wide-eyed. “What are you trying to do? Secure your death sentence? You know just as well as every other human on this planet, you HAVE to go to the blood drawings every third day, or the Yami will have you killed. You'd think after all the times our age group has gone you'd not have to be reminded…and why aren't you wearing your tag?”

 

//Anzu snorted looking at the three fighting teens with distaste. //

 

//“You guys are nauseating, I'm going now…Oh, uh…SAKURA-KUN!!!! WAIT FOR ME!!!”//

 

“What do you think? I ran into a vampi-” Ryou started, annoyed at the question.

 

“Who?” Yugi intermittent promptly, having already gotten way ahead of him.

 

“I-I don't know-”

 

“Status?” Yugi interrupted again.

 

Ryou sighed and closed his eyes for a second, “Red glowing eyes, tall, my hair almost but just a bit longer hair than mine, and really evil looking. H-he sort of looked like me….” Ryou opened his eyes and saw Yugi standing there for a second, dazed look on his face. `Yugi's pretty good at this. He is the smartest human in vampire, and violations subjects in our class, but even so, I don't think he'll know the guy I ran into.' Ryou looked to the glowing moon, it really was a lovely night to be out, and with the way this night was going it would probably be his last.

 

//Honda let go of Malik hesitantly and walked over to Yugi and Ryou, Jou fallowing with Malik being drug behind him. //

 

“Ummm…he sounds vaguely familiar to me…erm…I believe he is one of the most wanted vampires…. I can't remember his name…but if memory serves, he has broken every single one of the violations that have ever been in effect at least once…I think his street name is `The Tomb King' or something like that, I'll give you more information by lunch…Okay?”

 

“H-hai.” Ryou smiled, maybe he could get out of this, Yugi was good at this stuff, he already had memorized the first 600 human violations, he know every loop hole there was, if anyone could get him out of this, he figured Yugi could.

 

---When humans are born, they go no less than a minute without a name and occupation. How it works is once they are born they are assigned a name. There is a list of names', a number next to each one, and whatever number they are born of becomes their name. Each town and city have a different list that is rotated every day, there is never more than one list with the same names' on it…that's the way it is…once they are looked at, they get a career for what they look best for, and think best for…the vampire doctors' get into the humans minds after having them looked, and if their mind can handle the job as well as their body, then they are assigned it and the information is put onto a tag that is replaced once a year, that changes to your new age. If something happens to it before then, your sent to the Yami to get killed, that's the way, it works. ---

 

Ryou smiled at the new arrivals that now stood next to Yugi. “Konnichiwa,” he greeted them.

 

“Yo,” Jonouchi Katsuya sighed.

 

“Yo Ryou-chan,” Honda smiled.

 

“Jou! Let go of me you ass hole!!!” Malik screamed and Jou let go happy to not have to hold him down a second longer. “Thank you…” Malik grumbled and dusted himself off. “Konnichiwa…”

 

Ryou smiled and looked around, “Hey where's Otogi?”

 

“Er…” Yugi looked to the ground.

 

BEEEEP!!!

 

The first bell signaling the warning that class would start sounded throughout the entire school field and Jou, Honda and Malik waved to Ryou and Yugi, running off to their own schools that were several blocks down, that started in several minutes. Ryou watched their figures faded before turning back to where Yugi had been, but he wasn't there anymore.

 

“Ryou-kun, are you coming?” Yugi's voice came from behind him and he turned in surprise.

 

“Uh…ya…gomen nasi…” he fallowed Yugi calmly, trying to concentrate on what he would do if some were to ask about his tag problem.

 

 

 

~*~*~*~Scene Six Of Eight: Class~*~*~*~

 

 

 

A small hum of remorse slipped from Ryou's throat as he sat down in his seat to Yugi's right in the back of the room. There was going to be a problem sooner or latter today that he knew. Turning his eyes to give Yugi a quick uneasy glance Yugi smiled and threw something at him. Catching it, Ryou looked down to see a small chain. He turned back to face Yugi who was smiling at him.

 

“Er…Yugi, what's this for?” he asked, eyeing Yugi blankly.

 

“Look at it…” he smiled and Ryou did, eyes focusing on the chain. It was small and silver, and it had a blank piece of metal hanging from it. “What is it?” Yugi questioned slyly.

 

“Er…a chain…”

 

“Hai,” Yugi laughed. “Put it on…it's the same kind used for tags, the only thing is it has nothing written on it…if we don't have a check up it'll be fine it ought to keep you safe for a bit though.”

 

Ryou smirked and slipped it on pulling his hair out from underneath it. “Yugi, how did you ever get one of these?”

 

“Easy. I sell them in secret,” Yugi smirked. “It may be against the violations, but I haven't been caught yet. The violation says `If you are caught in the possession of items that are disseminated by the vampire population for safety precautions, and you distribute them to any illegal being, the punishment will be severe and assigned directly by the Yami himself.' I personally don't plan on getting caught, and you wouldn't have happened to done anything illegal lately have you?”

 

It was Ryou's turn to smirk, `Yugi may have memorized a ton of the violations, but that doesn't mean anything like he fallows them.' “Nope, I don't believe I have Yugi-chan. Thanks,” he said under his breath.

 

His eyes advanced to the front of the room where the teacher was painting her long pointed nails black.

 

“Hmmm….” She muttered after the second bell rung in the annoying way it does. She blew lightly onto the wet nails before shaking her hand and turning to the class. “Well, lets see…everyone's here…so I guess we can start our lesson…or not. If everyone remembers correctly, there is a test today, and I hope everyone studied for it because if you didn't, you will most certainly fail this test,” she smiled flipping her long blond locks behind her as she hopped off her desk and turned around picking up the forms on the paper. “And just a reminder, I can read minds, so: absolutely no cheating. Got it?” She smiled and winked to the class as she gave the number of papers that were in the rows with giving no more than a second glance to them.

 

---If you didn't know already I mean…Vampires have this special ability that makes them able to count large sums of numbers, to put it simply they have incredible counting capabilities. If you were to ever spill a bag of seeds in front of them, they couldn't pass until they have counted them: all of them. ---

 

Chewing on his bottom lip Ryou's eye's focused to his paper, he hadn't studied at all, and if you failed an important test, lets just say it got ugly, history being his worse subject didn't help much either…

 

Scanning through the test form he found little questions he knew off the top of his head so he decided to start with the first, “In what era were vampires created?”

 

`Oh, that's just great, I wish I were Yugi right about now…' Turing his head upward, Ryou saw that Mai-sama was coating her nails with yet another layer of polish.

 

---Ever since the vampires stopped allowing humans to become teachers, they all had to be directed as their last name, of first name for that matter, depending on what they have a preference of, then `sama' as one is also supposed to direct vampires, unless of course they are told otherwise. ---

 

Ryou smirked, she was the densest teacher, even with her vampire hearing she never caught them cheating. Setting his pencil on his desk, and he purposely looked to the ceiling then knocked it off his desk on the left side with his elbow. Trying to look as innocent as he could, he leaned over to where his pencil had drooped and picked it up. But before he sat back up, in no amount of a real voice he whispered,

 

“Number one…” just loud enough for Yugi to hear. Yugi timidly nodded without an instant of a glimpse.

 

Returning to his sitting pose Ryou pretended to be working, until there was a light tug at his shirt pocket. Not bothering to let down his pencil he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small square of paper, 1in. x 1in. Trying to keep his face emotionless he read the mini hand writing.

 

`Ryou-

U didn study AGAIN?! How hopeless…Y-Y; anyway, this test isn't a big 1, but u would get in trouble…soooo to pass, u need 13 ?'s Rite, &next time, STUDY cause I wont help u…the answers & #'s r on the back, it jumps around, so just guess on the 1's I didn give u.'

 

Ryou sighed and turned the paper over, the good thing about passing notes that size was you never had to fold or unfold them, so no noise. Hurriedly reading the note he responded to the question's he'd gotten the answers for…

 

 

 

~*~*~*~Scene Seven Of Eight: Who? ~*~*~*~*~

 

 

 

Yawning Ryou covered his mouth; he went directly to his usual lunch table sitting down with the school's `tolerable' food, no more than that. Strangely enough, he was the first to be there. The tests today had been easy, all but his stupid history one in any case. Though that was how it always had been in the past. He picked at his food with a fork, `where is Yugi?'

 

Though he had many friends, most were required to go to different schools for their different specialties. For example, everyone at `Yuki High,' his and Yugi's school, had to be training to be an information recorder. Yugi was going to record all the Historical events, and consult with others in his area of expertise to decide what really happened. (Basically a historian.) He himself was going to be more of an advisor for the recorders.

 

Ryou looked around, Yugi still hadn't shown up. He began to pick at a green blob on his plate, but every time he pocked at it purple goo would ooze from it. Cringing, he pushed it away; suddenly he had lost his appetite.

 

“Ryou-kun!!!” a voice from behind called. He turned to see Yugi running towards him a piece of paper in hand.

 

“Yugi?” Ryou asked unsure of him self.

 

“Ryou, I-” Yugi panted as he came to Ryou's side. “Ryou, I found…I found out who attacked you.”

 

Ryou raised an eyebrow, “Really?” he asked optimistically.

 

Yugi smiled and nodded handing him the piece of paper he'd been holding. “Ya…h-his name is Bakura, I was right when I said I thought he was one of the most wanted vampires, he has been for the past…almost three eras now…is…is that him?” he wondered, pointing to a small picture he had printed up.

 

---Because cameras do not affect vampires, the leader of the world, the original Yami had it made, in Violation 1, as soon as a vampire is created, he must get a portrait made of himself and it must be handed into a vampire-recording center. He only did it out of his own paranoia of course. ---

 

“Ya…that's him…” Ryou looked to the picture, when the picture was drawn up he may have had not as calm a face as he had now, and he may have had the normal golden eyes in the picture…but he could still tell it was him. `What happened to make him so, scary?'

 

“I got his picture off the Internet, of course it was made three eras ago, so he probably looks a little different now…” Yugi said from over his shoulder and he nodded in response. `Well, at the least I know his name, Bakura…'

 

 

 

~*~*~*~*~Scene Eight of Eight: In Return~*~*~*~*~

 

 

 

Yugi tapped Ryou on the shoulder, he turned at the sudden contact and looked at him who nodded towards the clock, then smiled. Ryou tilted his head but fallowed Yugi's gaze to the clock located on the far sidewall. Blinking a couple a small smile managed to charm his lips. He always loved the end of the day; at the moment it was one till the bell. He couldn't wait until he got home, all day long his thoughts had been filled with worry for his mother, he wanted to know if she had regained consciousness yet.

 

BEEEEEP!!!!

 

Ryou let out a breath he had not known he was holding and stood up; untidily scraping all his things off his desk and into his backpack, but in the development of the action he dropped numerous items, which merely delayed him in his hurry. Bending down to pick up his dropped items he thought `So that's why people stopped doing that, it takes longer to redo it than it does to do it right the first time.'

 

Ryou picked up his supplies that had collapsed to the ground and stood back up seeing Yugi waiting for him. Smiling at him in a way that sent shivers down his spine. Yugi seemed to be pretty angry about something.

 

“Yugi? Something wrong?” Ryou asked worried Yugi would bite his head off like what had happened earlier today...

 

“HAI!” he grumbled through gritted teeth. “On my way to B.D. today I ran into this stupid vampire and now he's going to talk to me on my way home. I can't walk with you tell every one for me would you?”

 

“Tell them what?” Ryou asked understandably.

 

“Just that I have to talk to someone and I'll see them tomorrow.”

 

“Okay,” Ryou nodded in response.

 

“Ja matta ne…” Yugi waved and ran out the door before another word could be said. Smirking Ryou looked down and closed his bag before taking it and throwing it over his shoulder. He headed out his classroom door and down the hall to the front door where Honda and Jou were already waiting.

 

“Yo…hey where is Malik?” Ryou inquired quietly.

 

“Ya, he said he had someone he had to talk to.” Honda supposed, for who would trust his words? (I hate Honda almost as much as I hate Anzu, stupid ice-cream cone head >.<)

 

“Where's Yugi-chan?” Jou wondered aloud.

 

“Strange as it may seem, he said the same.”

 

“Guess it's just us…hum…” Jou's face held a blank expression and it made Ryou slightly uneasy. Fidgeting a little he tried to bring Jou back into reality.

 

“Ya, I guess so…but it doesn't have to be a bad thing…” Ryou said flatly looking directly to Jou.

 

“Hu? Ya…mighty optimistic of you…” Jou shook his head as to get rid of his bothering thoughts.

 

“Well, are we going to leave or chat all day?” Honda cut in outlandishly.

 

“Ya, lets go, I have a ton to do. My stupid professors gave me all these projects to do…” Jou smiled and began walking off school limits with Ryou and Honda at his sides.

 

“So what did you two do in school?” Ryou asked curiosity getting the better of him.

 

“We had to start on like sixteen different reports, worth about the same as a test grade…it was horrible and I only got like three done.” Jou kicked a small pebble away from him as he spoke.

 

Nodding Ryou looked up into the clear velvet darkness, littered with small dots of stars. A temperate gust tickled his cheeks as they walked in tranquil silence and utter contentment. It was normal to be calm in the late night; everyone had had tough nights, calm was the only thing truly needed.

 

Sighing Ryou watched as a fork in the road came into view, this would be where the two groups would split off. Soon, when they were made to go their separate ways, he would once again be alone in the night of the unknown. A sudden chill hit Ryou full force, like a slap against the face; digging into his very heart Ryou's vision fuzzed to the sides and he suddenly clutched his chest. It was a pain that told him something was wrong. He knew that's what it was and only what it could be.

 

Stomach churning Ryou gasped as the sharp pain shot through his chest, then stopped suddenly.

 

“Ryou!!! Ryou!!! God damn it Ryou, are you alright?!” Jou yelled.

 

Ryou blinked a couple of times, `what the hell?' he thought sitting up, `how the hell did I get on the ground?' Looking around in astonished confusion before his eyes met another's.

 

“Ryou? Are you okay? You just suddenly dropped….” Jou took hold of Ryou's thin forearm and was about to help him up, he did manage to get him about half way but a moment later Ryou had snapped absent of the helpful hand and began a stumbling sprint heading directly to the left turn. Eyes tightly closed, `no…no…no, all gods don't let something be wrong with my mother, I'll let anything happen as long as she's not hurt….'

 

Ryou turned another corner and quickened his pace by a long shot; chest heaving and throat dried enough so as one would assume the planet's ocean couldn't quench the thirst of. Eyes drying and body aching Ryou didn't stop once, not even as he entered his yard his top speed wouldn't leave for an instant.

 

Eyes burning into the back of his head he didn't let himself turn to see. Coughing he burst through the kitchen door and bent down to catch his unsteady breath, head pounding. Getting a hold of himself, he lifted his head, and stopped breathing…there on the floor, merely feet from him, was the most certainly dead body belonging to his father.

 

A pool of blood that seemed to stretch on forever and at the center of it: the cause. Its source: his father. His shirt shredded into tattered pieces that were scattered, as though it had been blown up, and all of which were saturated in blood, lying, soaking like the pale carcass. His mouth opened as blood ran down his cheeks from his nose and mouth mixing into the puddle of glowing red.

 

Ryou felt his knees give way, and he toppled to the floor, eyes glossing over he looked to the back of his father. In large red lettering wrote sharply, with jagged edges was a single sentence that haunted him like the shadows.

 

`Ryou,

I solved your problem.

I will be back for you to solve mine.'

 

Blood oozed from the gashes, nothing would calm him now. Ryou pulled his knees into his chest, his version of a fatal position, and he sat there rocking himself back and forth to sooth him self for the new thought that wasn't about to go away.

 

`What will happen now…'

 

 

 

~*~End Chapter 2~*~

 

To Be Continued…