Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Children of the Night ❯ The Slyphers and the Gravediggers ( Chapter 1 )

Children of the Night
Author's Notes: Yami is the leader of a gang called the Slyphers; Bakura is the leader of a rival gang that answer to the name Gravediggers. However, by some strange twist of fate this rival gangs will be brought together when Yami meets Bakura's cousin Arora. Things become complicated when the two slowly become attracted to each other. Will anyone survive the war that ensues or will the arrival of a rival gang to both the Slyphers and the Gravediggers be enough for them to set aside their differences?
Anyways thanks to Lady Kyia for helping me get my muse off the ground and into flight and translating some words into Japanese. I want to give another thanks to Crimson Tears for also helping with some things. Also thanks to Lizeth whose excellent picture of Yami as a punk gave my muse the inspiration to write this story. Check out her picture here http://www.deviantart.com/view/5299037/
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The beautiful night sky was filled with the noises from the crowded streets below and the twinkling stars in the dark blue sky were hidden by the bright lights provided by the city streets. The teenagers of this city of darkness would descend upon these streets to wreck havoc and forget for a while who they were. They would forget the hardness of their lives at home and school; and for a few hours of the day would act like adults. They became actors in a play they had created in their own minds. Every night was a new act, every new place they descended upon within that night was a new scene, every new person they ran into was a new character.

These teenagers they were greedy and arrogant, they thought only of themselves and the pleasures they could achieve. They were fools in love with the night; they cared only about pleasure and nothing more. They were hated by each other yet; they were loved by each other. To them, nothing mattered but the present, not the past nor the future; only the present. They were spoiled whether it was by their own doing or by their parents doing; either way the present, the pleasures, and themselves were the only things on their mind.

They lived for themselves and no one else. They were foolish, these children of the night and they enjoyed being foolish. They were children of the night and they loved every minute of it. To them life was about the here and now and all the pleasure they could achieve from life. They cared nothing for what the circumstances of their actions were. After all why worry about tomorrow when the here and now was so much more gratifying. To the children of the night nothing else mattered but what was happening to them in the present.

But what would happen if they suddenly were forced to worry about their own future and the future of others? Could these children of the night possibly learn to care about others? How far would each one go to protect this place that they loved so dearly yet hated with all their hearts. Within the walls of the perfect homes, the perfect apartments and perfect mansions lay something dark and sinister, unthinkable and forgotten. These children of the night had a reason for loving the dangers of the night. You see each of them had something at home that they wanted to escape from. They used the night as an escape from the dark, cold, loneliness of their home lives; in the night they could find someone who loved them for even a night. That was all they wanted deep down was to be loved. Perhaps in the streets they could find this love that they searched for.

But if they found the love they searched for how far would they go to keep it? Would they go as far as they needed? Or only as far as they thought necessary? What if someone tried to keep their love from them would they fight? The children of the night live for one thing to find what they have lost. When it comes down to it these children of the night are nothing but lost souls of the shadows of adolescence.

Arora was walking down the crowded streets humming on her way to the bus stop. She wore a dark blue dress with small pink flowers scattered all over it, the white sweater she wore protected her skin from the cool night air, and the dark brown boots kept her small feet warm; a leather chocker, black, with a silver rose encircled her slender neck. A black purse was slung across her shoulders bouncing against her hip with every step, and her violin case which was now on the heavy side as a result of her walking, crashed against her hip. She hurried across the semi crowded streets hoping to get home without encountering trouble by entering gang territory.

Unfortunately as if luck were against her as she walked past a dark alleyway she was immediately surrounded by a group of males. She looked around at the young adolescents and felt a shiver of fear run up and down her spine as she took in their baggy clothes, tennis shoes, bandana wrapped heads, and their various weapons. Her sapphire blue eyes flickered with fear and she pulled her purse closer to her body almost treating it like a shield. Two of the males reached out their tan arms, dark intent glittering in their eyes and grabbed her upper arms dragging her into the dark alley.

"Let go of me!" she screamed thrashing her body about and her raven hair whipped about her face.

"What have we here?" questioned one of the males, whom was obviously the leader.

Arora looked up to find herself looking into the brown eyes of a male in his early twenties with badly died red hair. He was wearing a loose baggy under shirt, and baggy blue jeans with white sneakers.

"What do you want with me?" asked Arora softly trying to jerk away still.

"I would think that would be obvious," smirked the male touching her chin. "After all it gets so lonely in a gang like mine with no Queen Bitch to satisfy our needs."

"That is a tragedy, really it is," said Arora flatly. "What does that have to do with me?"

"You will be my, shall we save "pleasure slave" until I have one," smiled the male as if this was the most wonderful piece of news anyone could have heard.

Then he took Arora and dragged her deeper in the alley so that no one would watch what he was doing and try to interfere, not that anyone would help her to begin with. In this world nothing mattered except yourself.

"Get your hand off of me!" shouted Arora still struggling to get away from himself.

Before the male that was dragging her could respond the entire group suddenly became aware of three other males blocking their way to the back of the alley.

"What are you doing in my territory?" asked the shortest male who was standing in front of the other two.

The male stepped into the light and the entire group got a good look at the male that was blocking their path.

"I expect an answer now," growled the male flashing his white teeth.

Arora's head snapped up and her eyes swept up the body of the new comer. The entire outfit was black complete with a black dog collar to add to his dark appearance, the only other color in his clothing was the dark blue sleeveless undershirt. His vest was adorned with silver colored buckles and the sleeves were ripped off. Circling his right arm was a red dragon tattoo, while the left was decorated with a piece of black leather. Even his hands were encased in black, boxing gloves with sliver spikes. His hair was spiky in the front, and weirdly colored yellow, black, and red, while his eyes were a dark purple that reminded her of her amethyst stones. He would be much more attractive if it wasn't for that twisted smirk plastered across his handsome face and the evil glint in his eyes.

"This doesn't concern you Yami," snarled the male tightening his grip on Arora's arms making her hiss in pain.

Yami's eyes flickered greedily over the small form of the girl that looked like she would rather be in someone else's arms. A cold smirk formed on his lips and he stepped further into the light followed by two other males. One of them had shaggy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes; he wore a pair of jeans with ripped knees, a white undershirt, and a green button up shirt over it. The other male was the tallest out of the three and had light brown hair and ice blue eyes. His clothing was made up of jeans, a black shirt, and a trench coat.

"Slyphers!" shouted one of the males in the gang that stood behind the male that had a hold of Arora.

Arora's eyes flickered briefly in fear and she looked around her as the rest of the members of the Slypher gang came into view, surrounding the group that held onto Arora. There were a total of five females and around six males counting the one known as Yami and his companions. The Slyphers were one of the rival gangs to her cousin's gang, Gravediggers. She suddenly wished that she had been closer to her cousin's territory. But Bakura's territory was a couple of blocks away and there was no way she would be able to escape and get there in one piece. She had to find a way to escape and get to his territory.

"I don't care what you do to females on your own territory but you will not do such things on mine," smirked the leader of the Slyphers removing a switchblade from the cuff on his right arm. "Leave that up to me and my men to do with our women."

"What do you want with the woman?" asked the male who had yet to release his hold on Arora. "Do you want her for yourself Slypher King?"

"Yakoma I do not want the woman," snarled Yami in irritation. "I just want you to take your dirty little toy out of my territory and back on your own."

"You might not want the woman Slypher," came a new voice on the outer ring of the Slyphers. "But I do."

The group turned and Arora could see her cousin, Bakura, standing there dressed in completely in blue save for the white sleeveless shirt and the blood red bandana that was wrapped around his upper right arm. His white hair hung wildly down his back; while his bangs hung in his eyes hiding them from view. His gang was with him looking ready and eager to duke it out with both of the gangs.

"Why do you want the woman Gravedigger?" snarled Yakoma.

"Why I want the woman is my own business," snorted Bakura looking up flashing his brown eyes dangerously while pulling one of his many blades from the black belt with silver chains attached to it.

"Do you want her in your bed?" asked Yami smirking at his rival.

"Don't be foolish," snorted Bakura spitting off to the side. "Just give me back the woman or I will be forced to kill every single last one of you. Not that I probably won't do it anyways even if you do give her back."

Yami laughed and waved away Bakura like he was a pesky fly. In return Bakura snorted and returned his glare to Yakoma and his gang.

"I have no need for the woman Bakura," said Yami walking away back into the shadows of the alley with the rest of his group following tossing glares at both Yakoma's gang and the Gravediggers. "Take her from them if you want and it you can."

Yami and his group faded into the shadows leaving Yakoma and Bakura's gang alone in the alley.

"Give me the woman," growled Bakura flipping the blade around his fingers with an agility he was known for.

"And if I refuse to return her?" asked Yakoma raising an eyebrow in a challenging way while at the same time pulling Arora closer to his body.

"Then you die tonight," said Bakura shrugging nonchalantly before flinging the knife at Yakoma's arm.

Yakoma cried out in pain as the blade slashed through his skin and he relaxed his grip on Arora allowing her to fling herself away from him and into Bakura's arms. Bakura smirked at Yakoma as the male gripped his arm in pain and blood flowed down his arm. Bakura then lead the young woman away with a protective arm wrapped around her waist with the rest of his gang forming a group with them in the middle.
Arora and Bakura's home________________________________________
The Gravediggers and Arora hurried up the steps leading to a white manor with Greco-Roman pillars. The cousins lived in Arora's family mansion with Bakura's father, Arora's mother had left it to her after the older female had died and Bakura and his father moved in along with Bakura's twin Ryu. No one knew what had happened to Arora's father, since the latter had never been a big part of her life. The moment they entered the safety of the mansion Bakura dragged Arora into the front room and spun her around to look at him.

"Are you insane?!" he demanded his eyes flashing dangerously. "Tell me what the hell do you think you were doing just wandering into Slypher territory like that and wearing that no less?!"

"There is nothing wrong with what I am wearing," said Arora. "I mean I am wearing more then some of those Slypher girls."

"That is not the point!"

"Look!" said Arora yanking her arm out of Bakura's grasp, with some difficulty. "I am sorry alright! I was hoping I wasn't going to get caught by them. Wait! Where the hell is my violin case?"

"Right here," said Malik tossing the violin case at Arora.

"Thank you," said Arora in relief as she grabbed it in midair.

"Why didn't you call one of us to escort you home or pick you up?" asked Bakura pacing the floor in anger.

"Look I have gone back and forth to and from my violin lessons with no problems before I just didn't think about it."

"You are lucky you didn't get raped or killed by one of them," said Bakura flatly. "From now on one of us will escort you to and from your violin lessons."

"I am not a little girl anymore cousin; I can take care of myself you know."

"You sure showed me how well you can take care of yourself tonight cousin," growled Bakura. "You are going to be escorted by me or Malik to and from your violin lessons."

"Bakura really," began Arora placing her hands on her hips and rolling her eyes heavenward.

"Don't Bakura me!" shouted Bakura. "When my father is away I am the man of the house!"

"What is this the middle ages or something?!" shouted Arora throwing her hands up in the air.

"Yes," said Bakura and Malik together

"Ugh," said Arora throwing her hands up again. "Fine, I give up anything to get you both to shut up about this whole thing."

"Good," said Bakura. "I don't want to find you anywhere near Slypher territory again."

"How do you expect me to get to and from my violin lessons if I don't go past their territory?!"

"You will find another way!"

"Fine," said Arora. "Now if you don't mind I am going to bed now. Or do I need your permission to do that as well?"

"Don't be a smart ass!" snorted Bakura at her retreating back.

"Yeah, yeah," laughed Arora hurrying up the steps. "I will see you boys in the morning. Ja otokos."

"Ja," responded the boys.

Bakura watched her allowing a smile to spread across his stern face; until she had disappeared into her room he then turned back to look at his gang who had gathered around him.

"Keep an eye on her boys," he said. "At school and on the streets, I don't want that bastard touching her."

"Which one?" chuckled Marik.

"The leader of the Slyphers or the other jack ass that had a hold her?" questioned his twin Malik.

"I don't want any of them near her," snapped Bakura. "If any of them go near her kill them."

Malik smirked and his eyes glinted dangerously; while Marik pulled out a switch blade and licked the blade eagerly.

"Sounds like fun," grinned Marik. "Why not just go and kill them now though?"

"What's going on?" asked Ryu walking into the room before Bakura could answer.

"Nothing little brother," said Bakura sharply. "Our cousin just needed a little saving."

"Why?" asked Ryu blinking innocently and looking around at the other males in the room. "What's wrong?"

"Damn bastard," growled Bakura.

"What is going on?" asked Ryu turning a raised eyebrow to Malik.

"It would seem that Arora ran into some trouble with a rival gang."

"Slyphers?"

"No," said Bakura. "Not quit in fact they didn't seem interested in her; although I am sure that will change now that they know I have some "interest" in her. I mean Ryu that Yakoma and his bitches tried to steal her."

"Why would they want Arora niisan?"

"I don't know but they will never touch her again," growled Bakura. "Ryu get to bed! I have business to deal with."

"But really niisan," said Ryu hesitantly.

"Damn it Ryu get to bed now!"

Ryu and Bakura stared at each other for several minutes before Ryu finally backed down and went to bed. Bakura's dark eyes followed him up to bed and made sure that the smaller twin was in his room and wasn't coming out. Finally after waiting for several minutes just to make sure that Arora and Ryu were in bed Malik turned back to Bakura.

"What now Bakura?" he asked smirking.

"Now we leave and go wreck havoc on the town," smirked Bakura rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I want to go to a club and see if we can drag Arora there later."

"Sounds like fun maybe we can find some ladies to play with for the night," chuckled Malik staring out one of the large windows and into the night sky which wasn't hampered by the bright lights of the city.

The males left the Utopian mansion which contrasted greatly to the darkness of their hearts and souls; and together they headed back out into the streets leaving two innocents at home and heading back off into the night to find their newest idea of fun.