Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Children of the Night II: Beacons of Light ❯ Coming Home ( Chapter 1 )

Children of the Night II:
Beacons of Light
Author's Notes: This is going to be a very depressing sequel to Children of the Night. It takes place one year after they have graduated. Over Christmas break Yami breaks up with Arora; sending her into a depression and into Marik's arms; but when the depression gets too big for Bakura and Marik to handle on their own they call in the Children of the Night. This will also be a love triangle between Yami/Arora/Marik.
Author's Warnings: Alcohol Abuse, Drug abuse, sex, violence, suicidal tendencies, and a female drug dealer obsessed with Arora.
I suggest reading the first story to this in order to understand some things
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1757477/1/

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A lone motorcycle drove through the silent and dark ghost town; its rider wore black jeans, a white t-shirt, a leather jacket, black boots, and a helmet that had a red slypher adorned helmet. The sound of the motorcycle's engine cut through the silence like a night and the headlight pierced the cool night air like a beacon of hope to one lost. It had been months, at least six or seven, since he had last been home and it felt rather odd to be called home at a time like this.

The motorcyclist sighed and wove down the streets heading out of the small town;with its quiant little shops, big businesses, and night clubs. He even drove right past his old house which was on top of his grandfather's game shop. He wasn't headed to the home he had grown up in; instead he was headed to her home. The home of the girl that had stolen his heart and made him feel complete in a way that even his close group of friends couldn't manage.

Slowly, he finally left the town and the small shops and big buildings began to change into acres and acres of trees and plains. He could barely see the large houses and mansion in the distance with the full moon behind them giving them an unearthly glow. He reached the street and drove straight to her house.

He had been surprised when he had recieved a call from the girl's cousin; of all the people in the world that was one male the motorcyclist had been surprised to hear from. The reason had been even more shocking and had made his blood run cold; surely, she wasn't foolish enough to get into this much trobule. But he had promised to come and here he was on his way to visit the house of the male that now probably wished him dead. He wondered if the male's female cousin still loved him like she had at the end of their high school graduation.

He had broken up with her over Christmas Vacation, the day after New Years infact, he hadn't explained his reason for breaking up with her. He didn't tell her he was breaking up with her because he was afraid he would give into temptation at his college and cheat on her; hurting her more then she could possibly know. He hadn't told her he was afraid their long distance relationship wouldn't work out. He had just broken up with her and then left in that brief moment it had taken to sink in and shut her bedroom door. Good thing to because she had thrown something at him, something heavy, he heard later from some mutual friends that she had thrown the blue crystal jewerly box he had given her at the door.

That had hurt, the jewerly box had been etched showing a slypher wrapped loosely around a grave digger symbolizing the union of his gang with her cousin's and thier love has well. Then again it did seem fitting. After all he had shattered her heart and from the sound of things her world with breaking up with her. He remembered his mother telling him when he was younger that it was amazing the damage a male could do to a woman that loves them; even a strong woman could be broken by a man that she loved if he tried hard enough.

He had to admit for about a month once he got back to college he had had fun with some of the classmates; but after awhile not even the physical pleasure they gave him could ease the pain in his heart. Everytime he closed his eyes to sleep he could see her betrayed and shocked face and he could hear her weeping. He had stopped dating before Valentine's Day had rolled around.

Finally, he reached the drive way of her house and pulled in amognst the see of motorcycles and cars, some expensive others not so much. He climbed off and removed his helmet his tricolored hair falling out around his face. He then grabbed his duffle bags from the back, seeing how he would be staying here most nights and headed up the walk. The light turned on in the hall and seconds later was joined by the porch light; the door opened and he caught his breath thinking for a moment that she had come out to greet him.

She hadn't, it was someone else who stood before him. Her black hair and slender body illuminated by the glow of the lights.

"Slypher," she spoke smoothly.

Yami winced he had heard the accusing tone in her voice and knew that the gravediggers blamed him for their princess's prediciment and in someways he blamed himself. "Isis," he responded.

She smiled, tightly, at that and motioned him inside; he stepped past the female and into the hall hearing the door slam shuty with an accustary slam. He flinched despite himself and followed her into the lounge where everyone else was waiting; well, almost everyone else that is. The moment he entered he had become aware of three things. One the air was thick with a very old and famillar tension. Two the two old rival gangs were on opposite sides of the room, just like old times, and the gravediggers were starring at him accusingly. And finally three one of the gravediggers, Marik, was missing.

Yami frowned, normally, Marik could be found on the right hand side of Bakura; but now the Bakura's female stood at his right side with Malik stood at his left. What had happened to Marik? At he by some freak chance died? Not likely that male was too stuburn to die and too good to be killed by anyone other then God.

"Now that we are all here," began Bakura, his voice low and dangerous; it would seem that everyone was on edge.

"Where is Marik?" interuppted Yami, there is no way the ex-leader of the gravediggers would start a meeting without him to back him up.

He became aware of uncomfortable shifting to his right and left of his gang and wondered what they knew that he didn't. He didn't have to wait long; his answer was provided by the males slighly saner, double.

"Marik," said Malik in a cold, deliberate voice. "Is where he should be. With Arora."

Yami froze and he could sense the Slypher males tighten their muscles. He stared at Malik for several minutes; jealousy streaking through him to his very core.

"Jealous," taunted Bakura, his voice dripping with venom. "Don't be, you did after all break up with her. Unless of course you believe you are the only one allowed to see new people and she isn't."

"Let me ask you something?" said Yami slowly.

"Hhhmmm?" asked Bakura lazily.

"If you hate me so much then why did you call me and tell me to get my ass down here?"

"Since you put her in this postition," said Bakura coldly. "I felt the least you could do was to get her out of it and then leave her the hell alone!"

"That's enough," said Ryu, coming into the room. "We can't help Arora if everyone is going to bicker pver her all the time."

"He's right," said Yugi, following him.

Bakura and Yami stared at each other for several moments before Bakura held out his hand; Yami looked at it and after a moment shook it and the others in the room let out a sigh of relief, save for of course Malik.

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Yami awoke and found the slyphers arranged in his room; waiting for him to wake up. He glared at them and rolled over in bed reaching for his shirt which he had tossed on the ground before falling asleep. He pulled it over his head and sat up taking in his former gang members one by one.

Joey had let his blonde hair grow out and now it brushed his shoulders slightly; he still wore blue jeans, white shirts, and that ugly green jacket. He seemed more at ease now that his father was dead and buried underground. Yami had heard that Joey was thinking of majoring in either law enforcement or child pyschology. His fiance Mai sat next to him; she was wearing leather pants and a light purple tank top over which she wore a matcing denim jacket. He had heard that the blonde female was going into fashion design for a major and business for a minor.

Seto, hadn't gone to college and had continued to run his late adopted father's business making it even successful then it already was with branches spread out around the world. He and Pernia would get married after she graduated from college. They had lost their first child not long after graduation and had lost another in late Febuary. Seto, knew the reason but refused to tell Pernia that her father had gotten her pregnant at a young age, not long after puberty started, and then before she or anyone else could figure out what was going on had a abortionist come to his house and get rid of the child. Unfortunately the abortionist messed up and now it is nearly impossible for Pernia to get pregnant no matter how hard she and Seto try. Pernia was getting a major in business so she could help Seto run the company.

Tristan decided to be a lawyer and now spent more time with his parents when they realized that the events of their senior year nearly took him away from them. He was currently dating Serenity and was looking for an apartment that he could afford with his part time job working at his parent's lawfirm. When she graduated high school he had plans to ask her to marry him after college. Serenity was living in an apartment with Mai and worked at a part time job at a fashion boutique with the older female. She was older deciding on a major in either fashion or retail or perhaps both; so she could own her own fashion boutqiue after college.

Mako was working on a degree in oceanology and a year ago had gotten a girl friend and was now more serious about the events going on around him. Even though he could still crack a joke everynow and then that would have everyone rolling. The girlfriend was getting a degree in oceanography so they two of them attended the same collge together. His girlfriend, Raye, had short black hair with ice blue tips and light green eyes. She was the same hieght has Mako and had a build that would suggest that she was no stranger to heavy lifting. She wore denim shorts, a tank top that had hooks going up and down the front to hold it closed and brown boots and socks. One would think she was going on a safari.

Duke was getting a degree that would allow him to work in the gaming industry, infact rummor had it that he was working on a new game with a name named Maximillian Pegasus. He still wore the red pants and black tank top and had traded his skull and crossbone earrings for dice earrings. He was dating the Gravedigger Umi who was currently mad at him because he had called Serenity babe. Those two made an interesting couple and he wondered who was the dominant one in that relationship because he could see Umi breaking out the whip and leather for the whole dominatrix thing.

Tea sat on the foot of his bed and stared at him with sympathy. She could see how badly this whole thing with Arora was hurting him. She would make a good child councilir at a school summary she had always been able to pierce through him and see what he was really thinking.

Yugi was with her and stared at his twin his face reflecting worry. Yugi was going into business so he could help their grandfather run the shop. Yami was going into Egyptology for some reason he couldn't explain he found it interesting.

"Yami," began Yugi.

"Don't start," said Yami getting out of bed and stretching. "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock," said Seto. "Bakura wants to see us all in an hour for brunch."

Yami noded and ran his hand through his hair.

"Yami," began Yugi again this time more forcefully.

"You knew didn't you?" asked Yami slowly the events of the passed night coming back to him. "You knew and you didn't tell me."

"There didn't seem to be a reason," said Joey softly. "I mean you were the one that broke up with her."

"You brought this on yourself," said Seto harshly. "Don't blame us because you fucked up!"

"Seto," said Pernia, gently placing her hand on his arm. "Yami," she said turning to her former leader. "While I agree with Seto you did indeed bring this upon yourself. Blaming us won't help the issue any; but neither will blaming you for Arora's condition. My question for you is this... What exactly do you plan on doing about it?"