Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty Within Darkness ❯ Preparations ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

Beauty Within Darkness

By: Oneos Pitri

Chapter 3

 

The date of the fancy dress ball finally came. Everyone busy with preparations didn't pay any mind to the single whitette, casually walking down the hall.

 

Everything has been getting to him lately. He sighed heavily, once he reached a balcony.

 

He closed his eyes and placed his hands on the railing, letting the slight breeze to blow his hair. He leaned down and let himself drift for a while. This was his favorite place in the whole Bran castle, he decided. It was a balcony in the south wing, coming out into the woods, with a beautiful view of the mountains in the background. No one usually came here and it was very peaceful and away from the commotion.

 

A perfect place, if you wanted to get away.

 

He felt a hand on his shoulder and his head snapped back up, to look into the lavender eyes of his brother. “Oh, it only is you. For a second I thought it was Bakura.” Malik smiled. “Why? He won't stop following you?” Ryou rolled his eyes. “More like stalking. This is getting really tiring.” Malik smiled and leaned on the railing beside his brother. “Are you sure?” Ryou raised an elegant brow. “What ever do you mean, brother?”

 

Malik sighed. “I mean, are you sure, you despise him as much, as you say you do?” Ryou frowned. “I think you should know the answer to that.” Ryou leant back, balancing on his heels and still holding on to the railing.

 

“Hmm, I guess I should. Anyway, I was just wandering.”Malik shrugged, pushing himself off of the railing and patted his youngest's shoulder. “I will see you later than?” Ryou smiled and nodded, leaning forward on the railing again and drifting off into his own little world.

 

 

“BAKURA!!” The white haired vampire scowled, as his older brother Marik, ran towards him. He was hoping to be left alone, so he could go on a hunt for the youngest exorcist, whom he took to calling: Angel. “Are you not going to help out at least a little?” Marik said, annoyance evident in his tone. Bakura smirked.

 

“Why should I? You seem to be handling it just fine.” Marik glared, but sighed. “All right, cough it up. What is on your mind?” Bakura blinked. “What do you mean?” Marik rolled his eyes. “Were you thinking about stalking Ryou again?”

 

Bakura chuckled and tapped a finger on his chin, as if in deep thought. “What makes you think that?” Marik laughed, along with Bakura. “Maybe... yes. Maybe... not. Though I vote for yes. The boy is just too fun to tease. Besides someone has to loosen him up a bit.”

 

Marik chuckled. “Bakura, did not Yami tell you not to play with your food?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking at his younger brother. Bakura smirked. “Oh, I believe, he will be truly delicious.” He licked his lips to emphasize his point and chuckled darkly.

 

Marik shook his head and walked away, leaving Bakura to his schemes.

 

 

Malik walked down the hall, his head down, as he was in deep thought. He didn't see where he was going and bumped into a firm chest. “Oh! I-I am sorry. I was not looking where I was going.” He looked up into the icy, lavender eyes that looked so much like his own, only deader.

 

“Do not worry about it. If I were you, I would be concerned about myself.” Marik laughed. Malik blinked. “Why, so?” Marik smiled at the pale blonde in front of him. “Well, you are much smaller than I am...” Malik rolled his eyes, giving the vampire an annoyed glare. “Oh, I see what you are getting at. You think me and my brothers weak, because not only we are small, but also human. Am I not right?”

 

Marik raised an eyebrow. “You spoke my mind.” Malik glared at the amused vampire, ready to kill at any time, as his exorcist instincts told him. He took out a dagger and tackled Marik, at a lightning speed.

 

Marik let out a shocked gasp, as he stumbled to the floor, surprised with the smaller boy's speed and agility, which could conquer vampire's. He felt a cold blade, slightly biting into his skin. He now understood, why the boys were so known in the human world, as well, as in the demon one. And if Malik was that fast and dangerous, than what of Ryou? The youngest one was considered the most dangerous in the demon world.

 

“I will say that once and only. Do not underestimate us.” Malik whispered into the vampire's ear.

 

Marik shivered slightly. The boy above him, pressed the dagger to his throat, before pulling it away and helping the vampire to his feet. Marik was quite surprised, as well, as stunned, when Malik bowed to him and walked off. He smirked to himself. “Well, that should be interesting.”

 

He brushed off his coat and disappeared down the halls, directing his footsteps toward the grand hall.

 

 

Bakura sauntered down the hall, peeking into different rooms. After checking his tenth room within an hour, he groaned. “Aww, where is he?” Bakura tapped his chin for a while. A grin broke across his face, as he turned into the south wing. He walked down the hall and stopped. His sharpened ears twitched, as a soft melody, unhearable to the human ears, drifted to his.

 

Bakura sniffed the air and shuddered. He was close, very close.

 

He followed the wonderful scent of gardenias mingled with cinnamon, and the melody, which was growing louder, with every step he took. He could almost hear the lyrics. He stopped in front of large glass door, veiled from the outside, so he couldn't see what was on the other side.

 

The white haired vampire pressed his ear to the door, listening to the soft, beautiful melody. He sighed, he knew the boy's voice was that of an angel, but he was enthralled by the softly sang words and delicately accented notes.

 

He lightly pushed the door open and quietly walked up to the white haired boy, sitting on a railing, with his back to the vampire. Bakura stopped, mere centimeters away from the boy and his heart jumped in his chest. He knew this song. It was a sorrowful song of tragedy that took place in Blaj, when he was bearly six, if not younger.

 

Bakura frowned. But if he was six, than how old was the beautiful whitette, singing so beautifully right now, with such emotion.

 

“My parents died then, did you know?” A soft voice snapped Bakura out of his thoughts, as chocolate brown eyes, studied his. Bakura stared bewildered at the young exorcist, as his heart sunk with regret. Regret, but for what? He didn't do anything, did he? He personally did not know of the boy's pain, he could do nothing, but imagine. “I am sorry, I had no knowledge of it.” Ryou blinked and sighed. “I wonder, why I am not surprised. But now you know.” Ryou turned away from Bakura to face the vast forests again.

 

Bakura couldn't take it anymore, he wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist and pulled the boy to his chest. Ryou yelped, as he was pulled back and felt warm body engulfing him. “W-what on earth are you doing!?” Ryou tried to claw at Bakura's arms, but the vampire was stronger than him, so he gave in. “Why? Why will you not leave me alone?” Ryou sighed, as Bakura breathed in his scent.

 

“`Why', you ask? I do not know. There just is something about you, that I can not explain. Besides, you seemed like in a desperste need of a hug.” Ryou smiled. “That I was.”

 

Ryou sighed contently, as he sat on the railing in vampire's embrace. Strangely enough though. Bakura's lips moved from his white hair to Ryou's neck, kissing and nipping gently. Ryou frowned. “What do you think you are doing?” Ryou straightened up from Bakura's embrace and glared at him.

 

“Mmm, what do `you' think?” Bakura briefly stopped to answer Ryou's question with a question. He took the boy's jaw and tilted Ryou's head to the side a bit, giving himself access to the milky, white skin on the young exorcist's long, swan-like neck.

 

Ryou whimpered and fought not to moan, as Bakura licked his way up to Ryou's ear and back down again, pausing for a brief moment, to loosen the collar of Ryou's shirt from his collarbone.

 

To tell the truth, Ryou enjoyed the treatment immensely, but his exorcist pride didn't let him voice it. Besides, Bakura was his enemy for Christ's sake!!

 

Ryou decided to play his own game with his aggressor. Bakura wouldn't even know what hit him. Ryou smirked. He turned around, so he could put his hands against Bakura's chest. He fisted his hands in the vampire's black shirt and pulled him closer.

 

Bakura moved his hand from Ryou's jaw to the back of his neck, as his other hand rested on Ryou's hip. “Oh... Bakura.” Ryou gasped, when Bakura bit delicately into the flesh on his neck and licked away the blood [1]. Bakura nudged Ryou's legs apart, so Ryou was straddling his hips.

 

Ryou threw his head back, he smirked and let himself fall.

 

 

Bakura was moving to Ryou's lips, when the boy threw his head back and... disappeared? That's not right. “Wha-?” Before he realized what was going on, he felt a blade pressed against his neck. “I will repeat that one more time, but hopefully last: Leave me alone!” Ryou dragged his dagger's edge against the vampire's throat, drawing blood, to emphasize his point.

 

Bakura smirked. “Oh, so you were playing with me, huh? Well, two can play that game.” He twisted around, not caring that the sharp blade was still at his throat, and softly pressed his lips to Ryou's. Ryou's eyes widened and his other hand reached for his second dagger. He pressed this dagger to Bakura's throat, while the other dagger was pressed to the back of the vampire's neck.

 

“You will let me go, if you value your cursed life.” Ryou growled into the kiss. Bakura smirked and moved away slightly. “Why would I value my life, if it is cursed?” Ryou scowled, but soon an evil smirk appeared on his lips, as he returned his daggers to their pockets, on Ryou's hips. Bakura raised an eyebrow, the little exorcist was very unpredictable at the moment.

 

Ryou crossed his arms. “What? Are you waiting for something? If you had not noticed, that was your cue to leave.” Bakura growled. “You are up to something, I can feel it.” Ryou laughed. “Oh, really? I wander what that would be.”

 

Bakura shrugged and started toward the door, but before he reached it, he suddenly spun around, only to be pinned to the door by a very pissed looking Ryou. Never a good thing. `Damn the boy is faster and smarter than I assumed. Better start watching my back.' Bakura thought. “You got me for now Angel, but I will get back, as I always do.” He flicked the boy's nose and walked away.

 

Ryou stood alone on the balcony, practicly fuming. “WHY CAN YOU NOT TAKE A HINT AND... FUCK OFF!!!”

 

Few people passing by the balcony, stared at the enraged exorcist and felt sorry for whoever was the reason of the boy's anger, for he was sure not to live for long.

 

 

Well, here you go! Third chapter ^^ Hope you liked it and since I'm feeling rather lazy lately, I'll wait for ten more reviews before posting next chapter. (Insert evil laugh here).

 

[1] By the way I forgot to mention, but there are a lot of kinds of vampires throughout the world and legends. The kind I used though, is the best known one. It originated in Romania (Forgot what it's called ^^;;) and is said to seek sexual intercourse with humans, to feed off of their physical energy (Think incubus), as well, as blood. This is the kind, you always see in movies ^^.

 

Ryou: Yeah, anyways. If you want the next chapter, than I suggest you send the blasted reviews, I wanna get back at Bakura. *Points to the white haired yami beside him*.

 

Bakura: Why, what do you mean, dear hikari? Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that. I know I did. *Smirks and starts groping Ryou's ass*.

 

Ryou: *Blushes and tries to swat the yami's hand away*.

 

Malik: I swear, you can't keep your hands off of each other for more than five minutes.

 

Marik: Are you sure they can last that long? *Smirks, pulling his light into a tight embrace*.

 

Malik: *Glares at his yami* Why are all yamis such perverts?

 

Yugi: *Pout* What do you mean? Yami's not... eep.

 

Yami: *Hugs Yugi from behind, trailing kisses down his neck* What were you saying, aibou?

 

Yugi: *Sweat drop* Never mind.

 

^^;; Anyways, review please?