Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty Within Darkness ❯ The Great Ball ( Chapter 4 )

 

 

Beauty Within Darkness

By: Oneos Pitri

Chapter 4

 

The pale moon shone thru the windows into the dark hall. Whispers and laughs echoing ominously on the walls. Three boys walked toward the large wooden door. "We're here." Said the boy dressed in very pale pink button up shirt with long, flowing sleeves that peeked from under his long white coat, outlined with gold. (A//N: You seen D.N.Angel anime? That kind of coat that Krad wears. I love it, it's so elegant ^^). The collar of his shirt falling over the coat's collar. White pants encasing his legs and white dress shoes, covering his feet. His hair done up into a high ponytail with thin, black ribbon, making him look more like a girl. His face was covered with white mask that covered his forehead, eyes and part of his left cheek. A soft golden line ran down the middle and curving under the eye, to outline the bottom edge of the mask.

 

The second boy, wore simple lavender, button up shirt- that looked more like sleeping garment than anything- tucked neatly into tight, black slacks, ending with knee high boots, making him look like a pirate of sorts. His mask covered his whole face and it was black.

 

The last one wore classical suit. White shirt, black vest, pants and shoes. A black jacket wrapping around his torso. His mask was white and covered only his eyes and nose.

 

The three entered through the enormous wooden door. The instant they came in, they were surrounded by thousands of vampires, demons and different monsters. A hunting paradise for exorcists, such as Ryou, Malik, and Yugi.

 

Once they entered, all the commotion ceased, music softly playing in the background, as all of the room's occupants' eyes settled upon the ones at the door. The dancing and conversations forgotten.

 

Ryou, Malik and Yugi made their way to the center of the room, where Yami, Bakura and Marik stood. Yami smiled, as the other three approached them.

 

He was clad in black coat, golden stitches running in various patterns. A simple, white, button up shirt with high collar peeking from under it. Dark blue pants hugging his legs and flaring lightly at the bottom. His mask covered only the top half of his face and was a dark brown color. “So you finally came. I am glad."

 

Ryou nodded. "Yes. After all we were invited, so why would we not come?" Yami chuckled. "Very well." He bowed to Ryou and stepped to Yugi. "Shall we dance?" Yugi smiled, taking Yami's hand. They soon disappeared among the colors of flared dresses and tuxedos of dancing 'people'.

 

Marik looked Malik up and down approvingly and stepped closer. He wore a simple tuxedo, just like Yugi, except his shirt was black and everything else white. His hair also seemed more tame than usual. He actually looked like a gentleman. Surprisingly he didn't have any mask. He smiled, holding his hand out for Malik. "Would you care to dance, beautiful?" Malik took his hand, an unreadable expression on his face, as Marik kissed the top of his hand. Soon a gentle smile broke out on his features. "Of course." They left for the dance floor, leaving Bakura at Ryou's mercy.

 

Bakura confidently strode closer, his long, black cloak flaring behind him. He wore, what could be considered a traditional, vampire outfit. A white, button down shirt, open, almost, to his stomach and black, leather pants encasing his legs. A lot of ladies who were watching the pair giggled. Ryou simply ignored the giggling women. No homicidal thoughts... No homicidal thoughts... No homicidal thoughts... No homicidal thoughts.

 

Ryou looked up, when Bakura reached him and noted an overly confident smirk, playing on his lips. Bakura opened his mouth, when he was interrupted. "No." Bakura blinked. "Excuse me?" Ryou was inwardly laughing his head off, while outside, remained emotionless. "I said 'no'. I know what you were going to ask and my answer is 'no'. Now if you excuse me..." Ryou turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Bakura thoroughly confused.

 

 

A sigh escaped his pale lips, as he stared out into the starry skies. The moon's pale light reflecting off Ryou's skin and snowy white hair. He felt at peace. Away from the commotion and people. Yes, he was a loner. He also had trouble, getting to the balcony, as some females not to mention males, asked him to dance. He, of course, turned them down, not being in particularly good mood.

 

Ryou took off his mask, relishing in the cold night air. Why didn't I do it earlier? He mused, taking in a deep breath and leaning on the railing.

 

Arms wrapped around his waist and Ryou's eyes snapped open. "Guess who?" A warm breath snaked over his ear, making him shiver in disgust. "Keith. I told you as I will tell you once more and for the last time. Leave. Me. Alone." Keith chuckled. "And what will you do if I don't?"

 

Ryou scowled and with lightning fast reflexes, ducked from Keith's embrace, coming up behind him, he pressed a dagger to his throat. "Do *not* forget who I am and I will *not* tolerate this. Will I ever see you again, better pray I am in a good mood, or you just might loose your head... if not more." He hissed and let the vampire go. Keith smirked and tackled Ryou to the ground.

 

Ryou yelped, as his head connected with the hard stone, a hand moved over his mouth. "Now you be quite and cooperate and this just might be pleasurable. Not that anyone can hear you." Ryou's eyes widened and he started thrashing. He bucked his hips, successfully throwing Keith off of him. He scrambled and ran.

 

Keith groaned and followed the small exorcist, only to find him standing in the middle of the hall. Keith sneered. "So, you decided to stay and have some fun after all?" Keith made his way toward the boy, who now took on a crouching position. Keith thought it weird, but shrugged it off. When he was in a close enough range, he launched himself at Ryou, who ducked out of the way and slashed at him with a dagger.

 

Keith fell to the ground and doubled over in pain. "Sneaky little bastard aren't you?" Ryou smirked. "That I am."

 

They continued to fight for a while, when Keith finally knocked Ryou's weapon out of his hand. He leered victoriously. Ryou scoffed. "Why are you so happy? You think you can beat me? Well than. Think again!"

 

Keith fought off Ryou's attacks, a thin sheet of sweat covering his face. Damn, the kid is faster and stronger, than I thought. He than saw an opening in Ryou's attack and lunged himself at the boy, throwing him to the ground. "Got you." He smirked at the boy beneath him, with a lustful gleam in his eyes. Keith lowered his head toward Ryou, when Ryo's head snapped up, hitting him in the nose. Keith howled in pain, but didn't let go of Ryou this time. He glared, as blood dripped from his nose. "You little shit. You'll pay for that." Keith wrapped his hand around Ryou's throat, jerking his head to the side and choking him.

 

His fangs slipped from their sheaths and he was just inches away from the boy's neck, when he felt a boot to the side. He looked up to see Bakura, looming over him. "May I know, what the hell. Are. You. Doing?!" His eyes narrowed dangerously. Keith gulped and ran away.

 

Bakura scowled and turned to Ryou, who was currently sitting on the ground, glaring in the general direction Keith ran away. Bakura smiled and held his hand out to Ryou, who reluctantly took it. "Are you all right?" Ryou brushed himself off. "Yes, and I would have been fine, even, if you did not come." Bakura rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say." Ryou glared at him and started to walk away, when an angry Bakura took his wrist. "What do you want?" Ryou spat out at Bakura.

 

Bakura pulled Ryou flush against him and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. Ryou stiffened, as Bakura's lips ghosted over the skin of his neck, as he spoke. "What do I want? I want nothing, but you. I want to listen to your voice, when you are not angry or sarcastic. I want to see you, when you do not hate or despise. I want to see your eyes, when they are burning with more than just revenge. I want to feel you, when you are not trying to fight me. That is what I want. What do *you* want?"

 

Ryou sighed and relaxed a bit in Bakura's embrace. "I... What do you want me to say? How can you want to see me when I am not spiteful? When for all I know, this is how I was all of my life?" Bakura raised his head to look into Ryou's eyes that were half closed and somewhat dull. Bakura unconsciously leaned down and pressed his lips to Ryou's in a chaste kiss. Ryou's eyes closed the rest of the way and he whimpered softly into Bakura's mouth, before going limp.

 

Bakura held him in place and nuzzled his hair, before picking Ryou up, one of his hands, under his legs and the other, holding the boy's head to his chest. He carried him to his bedchambers and than placed him on his bed, before lying beside him. He wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist, bringing him closer, as he fell asleep staring at Ryou's passive face.

 

 

Hi, minna!! ^^ What's up? How did you like this chapter? Isn't just Ryou and Bakura the cutest? ^0^ Will the ice around Ryou's heart ever melt? What will happen to the brothers? Will Marik, Yami and Bakura ever get laid? Will... ? Oops... Getting ahead of myself there. Hehe. ^///^

 

Bakura: Tch. Whatever.

 

Oh, come on Kura. Be nice?

 

Bakura: Why should I? You made me into a sappy... *mumbles to himself*.

 

Ryou: *sweatdrop* Anyway, review, minna-san! *waves*.

 

R&R ^^