Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Children of the Night ❯ Punishment ( Chapter 2 )

Children of the Night 2
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. Another thanks goes to her for helping me with descriptions and other such things. Oh and she wrote the fight scene between Yami, Duke, and Mako. Her writing is great check her stuff out. 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/
Another shout out to Jlf for the gang info. Oh yeah another thing all of the gang are around the same age.
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Yami walked into the abandoned warehouse, his gang right behind him and they scattered to opposite ends of the room. Seto and Pernia plopped down on an old couch that had holes on it and began to see how far their tongues could go down each others throats. Mai and Joey took a seat down in a large overstuffed, old chair so that they could cuddle. Mako set about feeding the fish he obsessed about constantly; while Duke, Tristan, Tea, and Nikushimi played a game of dice. Yami observed his surroundings from the water dripping from the ceiling and the cranes hanging from the rafters by chains to the broken windows along the top of the walls. It was run down, dark, and dangerous; it suited him perfectly.

Yami scowled as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his chest, "What do you want Haria?"

"Why don't you choose a Slypher Queen Yami?" asked Haria licking his ear.

Yami snorted and pulled her off of his shoulders, "Are you offering your services?"

"Why not you know I am one of the best female fighters," stated Haria immodestly.

"One of the best you are not the best fighter by a long shot. However, I am looking for more then a good fighter as a `queen,' much more."

"Oh? Like what?"

Yami glared at the female suspiciously. She was pushing for role as his queen and was not even bothering to be subtle about it. He frowned and sat deep in thought. What else did he want in a `queen' aside from a good fighter? He wanted her to be brave, loyal, faithful and someone that knew when to back down to her `king.' He had to admit that Haria was a good fighter and brave, but she was lacking in the other qualities. She would not make a worthy queen. She was far too arrogant and bragged about her exploits while she tried for his affections. That reminded him, he needed to punish someone for allowing Yakoma and his gang to wonder into their territory; not to mention the delicate teenager. He walked toward a small cooler and pulled out a beer before taking a seat on a black stool.

The other Slyphers looked at him before gathering around him knowing something was bothering him.

"What's bothering you now?" asked Joey.

"The fact that Yakoma managed to sneak into our territory without being noticed!" snapped Yami throwing the beer bottle at the wall causing it to shatter. "Who the fuck allowed Yakoma's gang and that violin playing bitch onto the territory?!"

The males all exchanged a look and slowly Duke and Mako stepped forward. Yami regarded them coldly before turning away from them.

"Follow me," he stated flatly.

Duke and Mako exchanged a look before following Yami into a back room, with the rest of the gang following them. The remaining members grabbed poles from the table near the door and formed a circle around the three other males forming a barrier with the poles.

There was no way out of it. But before either boy could blink, Yami had dived at Duke and began dealing him blow after blow. Mako stumbled away and watched in horrid fascination as Yami and Duke began to fight. Yami slammed his fist into Duke's stomach, making the lesser member double over. Gripping his hair, Yami smiled cruelly, preparing to punch his face, when Duke pulled one of the oldest street fighting tricks in the book. He sunk his fist into Yami's lower torso, making the leader loosen his hold on hair as breath left him in a rush. The grip renewed, as Yami glared at him in rage. Balling his fist, he prepared to smash it into the other's face, but a fist from nowhere connected with his jaw first, sending the slight boy flying to the inner edge of the circle, a few of Duke's hairs gracing the empty space where Yami had been. Duke looked at Mako in awe, unable to believe that the other had done such a thing. 'We're in it together,' was the look on his face and in his eyes.

Standing, Yami looked at the two guys and felt a cruel smile pass over his face. Using his tongue, he licked away the blood that trickled from his split lip. Crouching, he sprung at both of them and caught Duke with a kick to the neck and Mako with an elbow in the chest. Mako wheezed and Duke crashed into one of the poles that an anonymous member of the gang had lowered. Going over to them with slow, precise steps, Yami stared down at them with a superior smirk in his eyes and a bloodthirsty smile on his face. His strange-colored eyes took in Mako taking gasping breaths, and Duke with blood running down his face from where he'd skidded after being kicked and breathing hard from all the blows he'd had inflicted on him.

"Let this be a lesson. Next time, don't let Yakoma and his bitches into our territory, or I won't be so nice."

Presenting them with his back, he dispersed the other members with a slight movement of his head and walked off nonchalantly, his bloodied hands in his pockets.

The gang members replaced the poles on the table and crouched around the two males.

"If that is his definition of nice," muttered Duke seating up. "I would hate to see his definition of not nice."

"We've already seen him like that," said Tristan. "Remember Keith?"

Duke winced remembering the blonde haired muscle that had gotten killed by Yami for daring to question one of his orders. The only thing that had saved Duke and Mako were the fact that they were friends of his second in command Joey and Yami trusted Joey. Duke though wondered how much longer that would save them for Yami's wrath; that was the second time they screwed up in two months. They had to be careful not to incite his wrath upon them for awhile until he cooled down from this incident. Yami forgetting about this incident was out of the question the Slypher King had wonderful memory he never forgot an oath and he never, ever forgot when one of his gang members had not acted on his orders.

"You guys survived longer then I expected you would," said Tea slapping Duke on the back, causing him to wince.

"Yeah," said Joey smirking as he draped an arm around Mai's shoulders. "Never thought you guys would survive as long as you did against Yami, I was sure he was going to kill you. Specially never thought you guys would help each other against him since you are always getting into fights with each other."

"Yeah," smirked Mai. "You boys are nearly as bad as Joseph and Kaiba."

"Shut up, bitch," snarled Kaiba in irritation.

"Be nice Kaiba," said Pernia.

"What are you going to do about it woman?" asked Kaiba smirking down at Pernia.

"I can think of some things," smirked Pernia pulling him out the backdoor. "After all I don't think our leader needs us anymore, so why don't we go back to your place?"

Kaiba smirked and a few minutes later the others heard the roar of a motorcycle as Seto and Pernia headed toward Kaiba's mansion.

"Looks like someone is going to have fun tonight," chuckled Duke before coughing up some blood and wincing. "That wasn't smart."

"We never said you were the smart one man," said Tristan as he and Joey helped Duke and Mako to their feet. "Lets go back to my place for a few beers."

"We should wait until Yami leaves," said Tea. "Because I don't think he will lenient about seeing you two again so soon."

Almost as if luck were on their side they heard the tell-tale sign of Yami's motorcycle drive in the alley behind the warehouse.

"At least we won't have to worry about seeing that bastard till school," said Duke as he leaned against Tristan while the group walked out.

"Yeah," said Mako leaning against Joey. "A few hours of not seeing his face what a break."

"Well," said Mai. "I guess you've learned your lesson."

"Come on," said Joey piling the beaten boys into the back of his car. "Let's go to Tristan's and get some beer!"

The other members cheered as they piled into other cars or onto motorcycles and headed toward the loft that Tristan lived in with his parents, who were on vacation in the Hamptons. Tristan was always alone and in search of a surrogate family; which is where the gang came in. Joey had brought him in and Yami had beaten him into the gang. Tristan had been impressed by the leader, and Yami had been impressed that Tristan had survived almost as long as Joey and Seto. From then on the Slyphers were his surrogate family.
_____________________________________________________________ Yami pulled his motorcycle alongside the small game shop his grandfather owned cutting the engine. Removing his helmet he shook out his hair he climbed off his motorcycle and hurried up the steps that lead from the outside to the living area where he, Yugi, and his grandfather lived. He opened the door silently and locked it again before hurrying to his room removing his paraphernalia. He tossed the clothing on his bed and headed off toward his bathroom removing the rest of his clothing.

Inside the bathroom he turned the shower on until the water was as hot as he could stand and he stepped inside the spray of water. He allowed the hot water to wash the blood away and let his mind drift as he considered the girl that had been dragged onto his territory by Yakoma. A smirk slide slowly into place as he dwelled upon her, the dress she had been wearing heated his blood at the thought of what she was hiding under it. He wouldn't mind finding out what exactly she was hiding from the world. His licked his lips and turned off the hot water, stepping into the steamy interior of the bathroom. As he wrapped a towel around his waist he heard the bedroom door open and knew without a doubt that he had awoken his twin Yugi.

Stepping into his bedroom he saw his younger self seating on the bed examining his bloodied boxing gloves. Yugi looked up and the worried look instantly vanished from his face when he saw the only bruises on him were on his stomach and cheek.

"What happened Niisan?" asked Yugi placing the glove back on the bed and watching his older twin get dressed in boxers and sweat pants.

"Nothing to concern yourself with," said Yami ruffling his twin's hair.

"Have another run in with the Gravediggers did you?"

"Yes," said Yami pulling his hair into a ponytail. "But that isn't where the blood is from."

"Then where?"

Yami remained silent for several minutes before pulling the sheets back.

"It isn't important go to bed," said Yami darkly.

"But."

"Now."

Yugi sighed knowing that he would never get anything out of Yami when he was like this and left the room. Yami sighed and let himself drift off into sleep thinking about the girl that had been dragged onto his territory.
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Arora sat before her cherry wood vanity and continued to use the silver brush on her ebony locks. She stared into the mirror, placed her brush on the glass top and pushed the satin sleeves out of night gown up to reveal the bruises she had gotten that night. If her cousin ever found out what Yakoma had done to her blood would flow in rivers. Her cousin was overly protective over her and at times it scared her to how far he would go to protect her. He killed people for hitting her even slightly, even if they were on his own gang. He didn't tolerate disrespect to him or her; he was dangerous and that is what made him great.