Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind the Veil ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, but I own the idea for this story. If this story is similar or exactly like another out there it is purely coincidental! I swear it!!

Rating: R
Content: Yaoi, lemony scenes, blood, possible gore, language, suggestive themes, death
Genre: Romance/Supernatural
Pairings: Seto/Yami
Summary: Seto has faced eternity alone; Yami longs for someone to share forever with. Eighty years after Battle City, they meet once again. Can discovering the truth about one another change everything? Pairing is S/Y

AnimeFan: Ok, here's my newest story and it's a vampire and demon story!! Yeah!!! ^-^ Yep, I've been wanting to write one and finally came up with an original idea, plot, and...ok most of the characters aren't original...but still!! Muahahahahaha!! Yes, this is yaoi and yes it is Yami/Seto like I said up there above this paragraph. I hope this will run smoothly. ^-^

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Behind the Veil
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Chapter 1

Alone...once again...he swore he'd never go through this again. Why couldn't he learn from his mistakes the first time. Humans die, pets die, everything dies sooner or later. How could he have let down his guard and embraced yet another who would leave him sooner or later. Quivering, the brunette tightened the collar of his black overcoat and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the forehead of his beloved little brother. He pulled back and stroked the grayed strands of the younger man's once long black hair. Mokuba...he looked, so old and wrinkled. Voices off in the distance brought him out of his thoughts and he batted tears from his icy-blue eyes, trying his best to not cry. He had to remain strong...this wasn't going to happen again. He wasn't going to love another mortal...from now on he would speak only to those like his kind.

"I love you Mokuba. You were the best little brother in the whole world. You may be dead, but you can still live on in my memories," he whispered.

Pulling his coat tighter around him, he left the side of his brothers coffin and headed towards the gates of the graveyard. With one last glance, he watched two men come over to his brother's coffin and close the lid before lowering it into the grave. He silently mouthed out goodbye before turning and continuing out of the cemetery into the dark streets of Domino City. There was no place for him to go now...everything was like it was before Mokuba. He was homeless and alone, another wandering spirit of the night. He was Joseph Maul the farmer's son, Kenny G. Sampson the air force pilot, so many names and so many identities. He had lived so many different lives that it was a wonder why he hadn't forgotten his true name, the name given to him at his birth. But that name he could never tell another unless he truly trusted them, so for now he was Seto...Seto Kaiba.

Of course, he couldn't call himself that name anymore. Seto Kaiba was supposed to be dead, and if not dead then he looked really young for a C.E.O. who would soon be celebrating his 97th birthday. In truth, he was at least ten thousand years old...if not more. Yeah, ten thousand years and he had yet to find anyone like him. Of course, he was probably the last of his people. There had been some huge supernatural hunting back in the time of late Medievil Europe. He had been just a kid then, only surviving the hunts thanks to an old hag that gave him refuge in her cottage deep within some supposedly haunted forest. But after those hunts, he had never seen or heard of another spawn like him, another demon. Yes, he had to admit it...he was a demon. The whole black leathery wings, fangs, and demonic mind powers in a human-like form deal.

A lot of people associated his kind with Saiten and death. Sure, demons eat human flesh and drink human blood...but unlike vampires or banshees, demons could eat lots of other things like cake and pizza. And they didn't worship the devil, Seto wouldn't even have known who the devil was hadn't it been for him going to a church one Sunday out of curiosity. Personally, Saiten didn't sound like a very happy guy. Heh, anyway...demons have feelings to, but humans obviously couldn't see past their fear and greed. Not saying all humans were like that, bless Mokuba's soul. Shrugging off his overcoat and throwing it into a trash bin nearby, the brunette leaned up against the wall of an alley near a vacant game store. The Turtle Game shop. It was Yugi, Yami, and their grandfathers place...that is, when they were all still alive.

He bit his lip and pushed the thought of his two rivals out of his head. There were more important things for him to think about, like his new name and identity. Hiroshima was a good place according to the latest gossip. Over the years it had become a city of darkness. The clouds never disappeared so it was always dark...a good place for vampires to live. But vamps weren't the only things living in that city, he had heard rumors of everything from werewolves to ghosts. If there were any demons out there they'd be in Hiroshima...and if not, at least he might be able to find someone compatible that wasn't going to die on him in the next millennia.

"First, I need a name to go by..." he said out loud.

Musing over what to do, he looked around him for an idea or something.

"A name...a name...well, Seth would do. I haven't used it or anything. Seth Hashimi, yeah, that'll do," he smiled with satisfaction.

Ok, so it wasn't the most original name on earth, but he was tired and lonely. Who gave a shit about being picky or anything at the moment.

((Yami's POV))

He couldn't believe this, they were all gone. Yugi, Tea, Grandpa, all of them. Well, he should have expected that...humans never do live long. But still, he wished he could of somehow repaid Yugi for what his little light had done for him. If it hadn't been for the kid, he would of still been sealed inside the millennium puzzle. But what could he have really done? Turn Yugi into what he was, just to save him from death? Never, Yugi had always been to sweat, to pure to be what he was, a vampire. It would of killed him, spiritually. After all, Yugi had never really liked it when he went out to feed at night. Of course, maybe he should of turned his rival, Seto Kaiba, into a vampire. Not to save him, just to torture the brunette. Heh, yeah, besides it would be nice to be able to talk to at least someone he had known. That, and he was itching for a duel.

"Actually, Kaiba was about as much of a vampire as a human could get," he stated with a hint of sarcasm.

How pathetic, he actually sort of missed the older C.E.O. Why did Kaiba have to go and get killed in that car wreck, and on his twenty-first birthday to. Yami had spent his twenty-first birthday terrorizing a village, but noooo, Kaiba had to be different and get ran over. Geez, stubborn bastard. Smirking, the spiky-haired vamp kicked at a puddle of water on his way to the Red Moon apartments. Hiroshima wasn't a bad place anymore, it had been hell for him sixty years ago when they all visited the city. The sun had been so bright. In fact, if it hadn't been for the spiritual bond between him and Yugi, he never would of survived the headache from the first rays of sun when he awakened from his five thousand year sleep in that millennium item. He came out of his thoughts as the familiar shadow of the Red Moon apartments loomed ahead of him. Home at last, at least, this would be his home from now on...until he got bored.

Straightening his jacket, Yami shoved open the metal door and walked into a dark entrance hall. He sniffed lightly and recognized the odor of dried blood in the air. This place was vampire friendly, good. A supernatural magnet like Hiroshima was bound to attract a lot of vampire hunters and other slayers looking for fame and a few heads for souvenirs. How did he know, centuries of experience...of course. He walked over to the counter near the door and smacked the bell a couple of times. The ring echoed throughout the room, giving the whole place a horror movie sort of feel. A crooked looking man limped in through a door on the wall and greeted him with a toothless grin.

"Can I be of service to you, young lad?"

Yami scrunched his nose as the man's disgusting odor threatened his senses. Great, the keeper was a undead. He didn't like undead to much, they smelled something awful and could really creep you out at times.

"Actually, yes. I'd like to move in...you have vacancies, right?" he asked, never removing his fiery red eyes from the man.

"Why, yes, you're in luck. A couple just moved out, something about a rather unlucky confrontation with a slayer if I recall."

"I'll take it! Key's please."

Yami took the keys from the man quickly, slammed down a wad of money, and started toward the stairs. Normally he would of asked to look at the room before he bought it, but another minute of breathing that foul smell and he'd swear he would of collapsed dead on the spot. Undead, ugh. Hope he didn't have any neighbors like that man, no, hope the last occupants of his room weren't undead. Luckily, when he entered the apartment he found it to be clean and in good shape. The walls were still in tack, the floor was clean, and the ceiling wasn't falling apart or spider infested. Sighing, he closed the door behind him and stepped forward to examine his home more closely. Well, it's not Yugi's place or Kaiba's, but it would suffice. After checking the bed in and out, he yanked off all the sheets and covers, piled them in the living room, and set them on fire. Well, time to get cleaning and shopping.

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AnimeFan: Well, that was the first chapter! Read and Review please! ^-^