Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Children of the Night ❯ Pleasurefull Pain ( Chapter 5 )

Children of the Night 5
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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"Get your damn hands off my cousin Slypher King," said Bakura furiously as he shoved his way through the throng of dancers who had now gone quite and were watching the scene before them.

The rest of the Gravedigger males were not far behind him and they looked ready to rumble.

"We're just dancing," said Yami smirking.

"You will get your hands off my cousin," said Bakura. "Or I will kill you."

"You don't want to risk harming your pretty little cousin now do you?" asked Yami running his hand through her hair.

"Give me back my cousin," said Bakura.

"No," said Yami his hand slide up her stomach and squeezed one of her breasts.

Arora shrieked and looped one of her legs around Yami's and pushed back with her other leg knocking them both onto the floor. Yami grunted when he hit the floor and briefly felt the wind knocked out of him. Arora rolled off of his body and onto her feet. The other Slyphers were surprised that the woman had managed to get out of their leaders hold, giving her time to kick Mako in the groin and when he dropped to her knees she slammed her knee into his nose and ran toward the protective circle of the Gravediggers.

Yami scowled as he got to his feet. The bitch had bite more then he would have expected. He stared at the girl that was hiding under her cousin's arm.

"This isn't over," said Yami.

"No," said Bakura. "You're right, it's not if I catch you near her again outside of the project or class I will kill you."

"I look forward to it," smirked Yami rubbing his chin. He turned his attention to Mako he was struggling to his feet. "Get up and let's get out of here."

Mako got to his feet with Duke's help and the Gravediggers watched as the Slyphers left the club. Bakura growled and stared down at his cousin leading her out of the club the others following them. The moment they reached the privacy of the parking lot Bakura snapped.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?!" he shouted. "How could you be naïve enough to let yourself get herded like that?!"

"Like I knew what was happening?!" shouted Arora back.

"Why are you always foolish enough to let yourself get into situations like this?! I thought I managed to get through to you that not everyone is good!"

"I realize that!" shouted Arora. "My God! I've known that for years! After all I grew up knowing it!"

Bakura winced and sighed running a hand through his white hair.

"You're right," said Bakura softly. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"I know," said Arora calmly. "Come on, lets all go home."

Bakura nodded and sighed knowing she was right. They should get going, Arora had dance class in the morning. Besides Ryu looked like he was dead on his feet.

"Come on," said Bakura leading them toward the motorcycles. "Let's leave before something else happens."
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Arora was the first one to awaken the next morning and quickly got changed and slipped into her dark green loose pants and the dark brown sports bra which was covered by a tan tank top. She slipped her tennis shoes and shoved her dance shoes: ballet, tape, and jazz, into her dance bag and dashed out of the mansion. She ran along the walkway and headed in the direction of her dance studio knowing if she was even a minute later her dance instructor would make her do fifty extra jumps.

She dashed through the studio door the moment the clock struck the hour and was right on time. Her dance instructor looked up at her with surprise and nodded her too the back room.

"You're right on time," said the woman as Arora hurried past her.

Arora hurried into the back room and began to warm up while her dance instructor, a woman who was also the instructor for her school dance team, finished up some last minute business. Arora spread her legs apart and began to bend her back touching her forehead to her leg ten times on each side. Then holding her arms straight out level with her shoulders she began to twist and turn her waist for a few minutes. She was in the middle of stretching her shoulders when her dance instructor walked into the room.

"Are you ready to begin?" asked Mrs. Hina.

"Yes," said Arora pausing in her stretches.

"Good," said Mrs. Hina walking over to the boom box and putting a CD in. "I want you to start with your hip hop routine."

"Right," said Arora getting into position.

Arora walked to the middle of the room and turned her back to the mirror the filled the wall and crossed her right leg over the left and bowed her head. The moment the music started her head snapped up and she whirled around, she allowed the music to take control and danced about the room to the music. For those few minutes she was one with the music and there was nothing else in the room.

"That was wonderful dear," said Mrs. Hina as the song came to an end.

"Thank you," said Arora taking a breath.

"Now I want you to put on your ballet shoes and get ready to practice your ballet.

Arora nodded and slide on her toe shoes wrapping the ribbon around her legs to keep them on her feet. She removed a scrunchy from her bag and placed her hair in a messy bun and began to stretch as she removed her tank top. The moment the song started she slowly moved about the room bending her legs and twirling to the music. The song slide over her skin and ran through her veins like blood. The only thing in the room was her and the music. She was so into the dance and the song that she didn't notice when another female entered the room and saw the ending of the dance.

Pernia dashed into the dance studio and into the backroom where she saw the Grave Princess dancing about the room in loose pants, a sports bra, and her toe shoes. She cocked her eyebrow and knew that her leader would do anything to see the other female this unclothed. She smirked and leaned against the doorframe watching the girl dance gracefully on her toes. Finally the song ended and the girl ended on her back with her right leg bent under her left and her arms spread.

After awhile the girl got up off the floor and replaced her toe shoes for her tape shoes. While she waited for the dance instructor to finish finding the song she danced around in a circle turning her bun into a ponytail. With a smirk Pernia slipped into her own tape shoes and decided to see how good the girl was. The moment the song started and Arora moved about the floor her tape shoes clicking to the beat. Pernia made her move when Arora took a one second break to twist her body about.

Arora froze when Pernia dance before her in such a way almost as if to issue a challenge. When Pernia stopped Arora went back to practicing her routine only to be stopped when Pernia danced back in front of her and glared at her. She began to dance toward Arora forcing the woman to dance backwards against the wall, while the dance instructor watched in interest. The girls began to dance in a circle almost as if they were sizing each other up, preparing to attack. The song ended and the girls both stopped waiting to see what would happen next, a slow mocking smile slide across Pernia's face while Arora had a half smile on hers.

The next song appeared and Pernia began to do several dance moves and then stopped to see what Arora would do. To her surprise Arora copied every move that Pernia had did and then she did a few moves of her own so that Pernia was forced to copy every move the other girl did. It was like that for awhile until finally the girls seemed to come to a mutual agreement and almost as if they could read each other's minds danced in step with each other.

When they finished the dance they stood there facing each other and slowly became aware of their dance instructor clapping.

"Miss. Pernia," said the woman. "You are at least an hour earlier did you stay the night with your young man again?" asked the woman.

Pernia slowly looked at the older female and nodded blushing slightly. Arora took the time to take in what Pernia was wearing: loose white pants and a long sleeved white shirt.

"You ladies did wonderful together," said Mrs. Hina. "I think it might be interesting if the two of you did a performance together."

"What?" asked both teens turning to look at the instructor.

"Yes," said the woman happily. "Just think about it! One of you dressed as some street urchin and the other as a rich dancer or actress!"

The girls exchanged a look sizing each other up again.

"It would be fabulous," said the instructor ignoring the girls. "The audience would love it!"

"My cousin would hate it," muttered Arora.

"Do you always do what your cousin says?" asked Pernia her smile mocking.

"No!" protested Arora.

"Sure you do," retorted Pernia. "You do whatever he tells you. Why else would you turn down Yami."

"Being forced to dance with a guy is not my idea of fun!" snapped Arora.

"You should really lighten up princess," said Pernia circling her again. "I mean Yami really isn't that bad once you get to know him."

"Doubtful," said Arora scornfully.

"You girls are going to perform together at the recital," said Mrs. Hina. "In fact you shall even perform together at the talent contest."

"No," said Arora firmly preparing to leave.

"Oh but my dear," said Mrs. Hina. "It would be so lovely. I mean just think about it two worlds merging into one!"

"This isn't a fairy tale," scowled Pernia slipping into her jazz shoes.

"Oh come dear," said Mrs. Hina. "Don't be that way. It will be fun just think about it. You two danced beautifully together, your dance had competitiveness and respect all in one. It was fabulous."

"No," said the girls together.

"Come on," said Mrs. Hina practically begging. "This school hasn't earned any trophies in years. Please, do it for the studio."

The two girls shot a look at each other and then turned to look at their dance instructor's pleading eyes.

"Fine," they said rolling their eyes and leaving the back room heading in different directions.

"Wonderful," said Mrs. Hina excitedly she could already see the trophy the girls would win at the talent show a month from now.
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Arora dashed into the mansion and shut the door silently behind her, she had no intention of running into her cousin and explaining what had just happened. Since knowing Bakura and his incredible powers of deduction would take one look at her and know that something had happened recently and would demand to know what. Arora had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to avoid the probing questions that Bakura would shoot at her this early in the morning. She slipped up the stairs and into the hallway and slipped into her room

"Going somewhere cousin?" asked Bakura from her vanity chair.

"Oh shit!" shouted Arora whirling toward her vanity. "Bakura what the hell are you doing in my room!"

"You slipped out of the house without so much as a word."

"I did have dance cousin," said Arora tossing her bag on her white day bed.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

"You were asleep and you know you sleep like a log," said Arora placing her hands on her hips.

"You know I don't like you walking around town by yourself," said Bakura watching her pull some clothes from her drawers and head into her bathroom.

"No," said Arora pulling her top and bra off while turning on the bath. "You don't like me walking to my violin lessons by myself."

"I don't want you walking anywhere by yourself," scowled Bakura.

"Stop being so overprotective," said Arora removing her pants and throwing some bath salts that filled the bath room with the smell of a vineyard. "I mean nothing happened on the way to the dance studio."

"What about after?" asked Bakura.

"Nothing happened then either," said Arora slipping into the warm water and running a rag over her skin.

"What are you hiding from me?" asked Bakura leaning against the wall near her closed door.

"I am hiding nothing from you," said Arora washing her hair.

"So you didn't run into the Slyphers?" asked Bakura as his cousin slide under water to wash the shampoo from her hair.

"What?" she questioned coming up.

"You didn't run into any Slyphers?" repeated Bakura.

"Oh no," said Arora climbing out of the water and pulling the plug. "I didn't run into them at all."

She wasn't lying not really she hadn't run into THE Slyphers she had run into A Slypher Amazon.

"Trust me cousin," she said sliding into her underwear, tight blue jeans and matching midnight blue top before opening the door and tossing her old clothes into the hamper. "I didn't run into any of the Slyphers."
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"How was dance?" asked Seto from his bed as Pernia slipped from her own clothing tossing them onto the floor.

"You aren't going to believe who I ran into," said Pernia heading into the bathroom.

"Who?" asked Seto sliding from the bed and walking in behind her.

"The princess," said Pernia turning around and kissing him on the lips.

"I didn't know she went to your dance studio," said Seto wrapping her arms around her waist.

"She does," said Pernia in between their kisses.

"Are you taking a shower?" asked Seto pulling away from her lips and resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Yes," said Pernia. "Why?"

"Want me to join you?" he asked.

"No," said Pernia kissing his neck. "I want to be quick about it, and I know if you join me I want get a quick shower at all. Besides don't you have to go in to work?"

Seto pulled away and sighed knowing she was right.

"All right," he said turning her toward the shower and kissing her bare shoulder.

"I promise to take a shower with you tonight," whispered Pernia turning in his arms and kissing him happily.

"Good," said Seto squeezing her rare. "Go ahead I'll make sure the cook makes you some breakfast before you leave."

"Thank you," said Pernia sweetly while starting the shower and slipping under the spray of the water.

Seto had already eaten and was slipping into leather pants when he realized that the shower had been turned off for awhile, getting off his bed and headed into the bathroom to make sure that Pernia was alright. He saw her seating on the floor leaning against the cabinets in a dark red silk bathrobe his razor in her hand and blood trickling down her arm. It was a secret that no one, not even Mokuba, knew about except him. It was their secret that Pernia cut herself to escape the pain of what her father did to her. It was the real reason she spent so much time at the mansion, Seto knew she loved him, but he also knew she relied on him to protect her from her father and protect her, he would.

He sighed closing his ice blue eyes that had now softened to a calm sea and crouched next to her taking her wrist gently in his hand and twisted it around to lick at the blood. He heard her groan in pleasure and watched her shift so she was kneeling on the floor, the robe shifting to reveal more of her cleavage.

He looped his other arm around her waist and pulled her against his naked chest. He was always surprised by how fragile she seemed even though she was perhaps the best fighter in their gang. He hissed when she slide his own razor down his arm and watched transfixed as she licked away the blood.

"Pernia," he hissed.

"Hhhmmm?" she asked looking up at him.

"You've got to stop this," he whispered running his hand through her hair.

"Why?" asked Pernia as she continued to lick away his blood.

"It's not healthy and you could seriously hurt yourself."

"I'm careful," said Pernia licking his neck. "I make sure I don't cut any main arties."

"That isn't what I meant," said Seto pulling her back to have a look at him.

"Then what did you mean?" asked Pernia cocking her head to the side curiously.

"I mean," said Seto calmly. "I don't want you to get so addicted to this that I wake up one morning to find her bleeding to death."

"I told you," said Pernia shoving away from him like a spoiled child. "I am carefully not to cut any main arties."

"It doesn't take just the main arteries to bleed to death my sweet," said Seto pulling her back into his strong protective arms. "Just promise me you won't do anything rash, while I am away."

"I promise," said Pernia sweetly snuggling deeper into the warmth given off by his body and love.

"Good," said Seto picking her up and carrying her towards his bed where he carefully placed her.

"I'm sorry," said Pernia softly looking at the bleeding cut on his arm.

"I know," said Seto kissing her forehead before straightening up and pulling his black long sleeved shirt on. "Don't worry about it."

"But you are bleeding," said Pernia seating up and looking at him from her side.

"It's nothing," said Seto pulling on his shoes and white trench coat and giving her one more parting kiss. "Don't worry about it and I will see you tonight. Oh and one more thing," said Seto turning to look at her over his shoulder. "I expect a hot bath waiting for me with you in it when I get back. In the meantime get together with the other girls and go shopping you look like you could need sometime alone with them."

Pernia flushed as he left the room heading off to work.
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Author's Notes: You can find the site where Arora got her bath stuff from here, http://www.otaki-no-ryuu.biz/index2.html Don't worry the prices are pretty good. Erm I will go more into the backgrounds of the two gangs and their members in a later chapter. Also I wrote a poem to go with this chapter centering around the end but I can't seem to find it. When I do I promise to post it as soon as I can. In the meantime vote for which one of these new story ideas I should do.

1) Detective Sergeant Yami lead his men into the abandoned mansion with his gun pointed in front of him. He motioned for his men to spread out and search the entire mansion. He and a small group of men moved to the left while the others moved to the right. They kicked open the doors as one and moved into the mansion searching for any signs of drugs or the missing girls.

Yami looked around the room he was searching and carefully checked in the bathroom, the closet, behind the curtains, and under the bed. He cursed when he didn't find anything or anyone.

"Damn," he cursed into the wire attached to the collar of his black leather coat. "Anyone find anything?"

"Nope," came the responses of his team.

Yami uttered another curse and looked around the room relaxing the gun slightly but keeping his eyes and ears peeled.

"Yami!" said Joey his best friend.

"What is it Joey?"

"I hear something in the basement."

"Let's check it out," said Yami leaving the room and meeting Joey in the hallway by the door toward the basement.

Together the two males kicked down the door and descended into the basement what they saw there made them stop in their tracks.

"Oh my God," whispered Joey lowering his weapon.

2)

Yami Senso could not believe he had gotten into this predicament. He stared at the stainless steel table at the police office in front of him; he was trying to ignore the stern look of the officer on the other side of the table, Joey Wheeler. Yami was being charged with something that he hadn't committed, someone had framed him, of that he was certain.

"Mr. Senso," said Joey firmly. "If you do not help me, then I can't help you. Now, I want you to tell me everything you remember about last night."

"I told you officer," said Yami dully. "I was no where near the girl."

"I know Yami," sighed Joey dropping the formality. "But you have yet to provide an alibi for that and without an alibi we can not pull out witnesses that can affirm your claim."

"I can not give you witnesses because I was alone," said Yami his eyes fixed now leaving the table.

"Joey," said a new voice as the door room opened and Yugi, a top attorney, walked into the room followed by a woman.

Yami's head snapped up and her took in the new comers. The male had hair that seemed to like his except the yellow wasn't has wild. He was wearing a brown business suit and a white button up shirt with a dark purple tie. He wore wire rimmed glasses over wide yet intelligent purple eyes and his face was set in a firm mask of confidence. The woman that had walked in with him wearing a tight black skirt that showed off her great legs and slim waist, a midnight blue button up blouse that showed some cleavage, she was also wearing a black trench coat that stopped at her knees and her long legs were made even longer by the black pumps she was wearing. Her keen sapphire blues eyes swept the room taking in the officer and Yami, her long black hair was pulled back into a French Twist. There was only one word that Yami could think of that would even come close enough to describe her, ethereal.