Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Demonism ❯ Plots that Don't Exist ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Aku Kyuketsuki 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.08.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 250 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.08.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 250 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. I merely own the plot and maybe a few side characters (should I decide to put some). If you don’t agree with the ideals of heaven and hell that I've presented here, then either suck it up and read it or don't read it at all. If you do read it reviews in the form of constructive criticism or encouragement are welcome!
The ‘Dirt Avenue’
Domino City, Japan
Malik scowled at his Latin friend and waved him off at the front of the rundown building. Normally Malik would have walked the whitenette home, more to make sure that the man didn’t do something that got him in shit as opposed to making sure the other man got home, but he was tired, so the self proclaimed 'king of thieves' could just go fuck himself. "C'ya, Kura." The blonde yawned, waving the whitenette off, telling him silently to fuck off, knowing his friend would get the message.
"Etiam, etiam, c'ya Blondie.(1)" Bakura snickered at the blond, taking off to a nice apartment a few blocks away. Malik sighed, slipping into his half-run down house, not even bothering to lock the front door. If anyone decided to try and break in, he'd scare them away.
"My god was that boring." He said, collapsing on the couch. He, Yuugi, and Bakura had gone to the club when Bakura all but disappeared and this hot drunken brunet had stumbled over, slurring over his words and tripping over himself. The funny part was, Yuugi seemed almost taken with the drunk, even after said drunk had collapsed against him.
-/Flashback/-
"Sorry." the brunet mumbled, pushing himself up using Yuugi's shoulder as a crutch before seating himself on a barstool "Can I get a :Hick: shot of vodka?" the man hick-upped again, swaying slightly, shaking his head, making his swaying momentarily worse. "Thanks." he muttered, taking a swing of water but to drunk to notice that he wasn't drinking his beloved poison.
The tri-colour haired Yuugi looked at the man with sympathy while Malik resisted the urge to point and laugh. It was mean, but he could care less. Ra only knows how many times that had happened to him. "Are You Okay?" Yuugi asked, concerned about the man's health. He was dressed in nice clothes, but he looked like shit in Malik‘s opinion. If Bakura were here, the poor man might be missing his wallet and then some.
The man sighed, shaking his head again, running long pale fingers through his mussed brown hair "I came here, thinkin' my boyfriend was in Tokyo wit' his parents an' I jus wanted to get out and do somethin'. Teh bastard was here, makin’ out wit some blonde in one of teh rooms..." his blue eyes open, causing the violet-eyed Yuugi to gasp. Malik had to resist snickering at Yuugi's expression, not one of shock, but one of attraction. Malik had been the shorter teen's best friend since the kid was 13, and he knew the kids type by now...tall, dark haired, and handsome.
"That's horrible!"
"Ya, but thanks anyways. I dun need no ones pity." The man looked at them, his eyes now a little bit clearer from the intake of three glasses of water (the bartender had kept on giving him refills to make him sober enough to avoid any drunken bar fights) "Its hard to get me to talk to people...unless I'm smashed as you can tell."
Yuugi giggled. "Mouto Yuugi." The tri haired teen said, holding his hand out. "What’s your name?"
"Seto." The brunet said with a smile, shaking Yuugi‘s hand. Seto glanced over the dance floor, his eyes landing on two whitenettes on the dance floor. “Hn, I wonder who that is who‘s dancing wit‘ my friend…”
Yuugi and Malik followed the brunet’s gaze, Yuugi giggling when he saw who it was. “Oh, that’s just our friend Bakura. But now that I look at them, those two look strangely alike.”
“Bakura?” The brunet looked at Yuugi. “He wouldn‘t hurt Ryou, would he? Ryou just went through a bad break-up too…but he has a bad habit of thinking of other people before himself.”
“Sounds like someone else I know.” Malik said with a smirk, nudging a blushing yuugi. “Honestly, I‘ve never seen Bakura in a relationship.” Malik informed “but, then again, I don‘t even know every detail about Bakura…and we’ve known each other since we were kids.”
Seto nodded. “He seems kinda weird…”
“Yeah.” Malik said with a shrug “He gives that feel to everybody, except me and Yuugi.”
"How old are you by the way?" Seto asked, looking Yuugi over "No Offence, but if you laid back on the gel you probably only come to about 4‘6."
Yuugi blushed and stuttered, glancing at his blond friend who had snuck them in. "We're about the same age as you." Malik said, his keen nose picking out a young scent...
...no one said that Ishtar Malik was a human...
-/End Flashback/-
That had been when all hell broke loose and the blond, Yuugi, and their white haired friend had bolted, mostly to avoid getting shot. Malik sighed again, feeling his ears tingle as they grew longer and to the top of his head. He was a shapeshifter, and his preferred animal to shift into was that of a cinnamon coloured husky, although most of the time he was only comfortable when he was a hybrid. He felt his nails lengthen and harden, and his hind legs morph and grow. He stretched out and was just about to get comfy when he paused, noticing another scent in the house.
Stealthily moving off the couch, he quietly walked around the wall that separated the tiny living room with the smaller kitchen. Glancing past the doorframe and peeling wallpaper, Malik Gasped at the blood on the floor. He felt himself pale when he saw Yuugi's form and a knife there as well.
"YUUGI!" he shouted, running over to the teen, gently turning Yuugi on his back and into his lap. That’s when Malik noticed not only the clothing and height differences, but this kid's hair colour was different. Malik blinked at the almost blood red outline with the nearly golden crown shooting through the midnight, compared to Yuugi's bleach blond and bright magenta. "You're not Yuugi," He muttered, picking up the 5'4 teen anyways, carrying him over to his room and dropping the teen on the messed up bed. The tanned blond left to the bathroom to collect the first aid kit. Coming back, he propped the unconscious man against the headboard, bandaging the teen's side after cleaning up the dried blood. Glancing at the boy he guessed that he was suffering from blood loss (if the blood on the kitchen floor was anything to go by) so, placing his hands parallel, three inches from each other, he imagined his flamed core in the center of his stomach sending tendrils of flame to his fingertips, smiling at the tingling sensation on his fingertips as a red neon light flowed between them. Pulling his hands apart he gently pressed his fingertips against the edges of the wound. Gritting his teeth he let his energy flow into the wound, into the Yuugi-look-alike's blood. He urged the blood to flow to the wound to clot. He also asked the boy's heart with his energy to supply and create more blood then it normally would.
Malik collapsed, positive that the teen would at least be alive when Malik woke back up.
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7:34AM- Monday, January 18
The old house on ‘Dirt Avenue’
Domino City, Japan
"Nurg..." The now not unconscious teen grumbled, shifting his legs under the Malik spread over him.
"Whazza bastard' kid..." Malik mumbled, groaning as he supported his weight on his arms, pushing himself up.
"Umm…” Yami looked at the blond, blinking stupidly. Malik looked over and returned the stare for at least 3 minutes.
"First things first." Malik said, shaking his head "What the Fuck are you doing in my fucking house?"
"I thought it was abandoned." Yami said, pulling the sheet closer to his naked chest, glancing at the bandages wrapped around his torso. "And I was wounded."
"Ya, I noticed the bullet lying in my water dish." Malik said with humour "Well, Want something' to eat? I got school in a..." Malik looked at the red neon lights that showed the time "Half an hour." Malik shook himself, shaking the sleep out of his body.
"Ah..." Yami said, watching Malik "Why do you have dog ears?"
Malik Blinked, twitching said ears 'oh, Shit.' he thought. "I...ah hehe..."
"You're a demon." Yami said, matter a fatly. "That makes much more sense." He said, not even noticing Malik’s look "And I am Kind of hungry."
Malik nodded, hurrying to the kitchen to make some toast for his sudden 'guest'. 'Why the hell hasn't he attacked me yet? And he smells kinda funny, but I’m not quite sure what it is...'
Malik came back with the toast "So, Spill." he said to the Yuugi look alike "What kinda demon are you, cause you sure as hell aren’t a human."
Yami blinked "I'll tell if you tell."
"Shapeshifter. Why do you look like my friend, Mouto Yuugi?" He asked, handing the boy his food, watching.
Yami smirked his game smirk “I‘m not a demon.” he paused, “and I‘m under no obligation to answer that second one.”
Malik sniffed the air, scowling “What do you mean, ‘I’m not a demon’? You sure as hell ain’t human!”
“I sure as hell ain’t demon either.” Yami mimicked, “Although, I will show my thanks for assisting my healing by doing one thing for you.”
“One thing, eh?” Malik asked with a demonic smirk, crossing his arms over his chest, before shoving Yami onto his back, causing the crimson eyes man to blink up at the blond who moved to straddle his waist, his eyes growing darker.
Yami Gasped as the blond dug sharpening nails into his arms, glancing over to see that Malik’s dog-like nails were now like talons.
“And what if I take, instead of asking?” Malik said, his voice sounding like it had a double tone over it, a flare of energy in dark purple forcing his hair to stand up.
“What are you…” the guardian began, but was cut off as the shapeshifter kissed him hard. The angelic blinked is shock and slight fear as he saw large shadows growing from Malik’s back, solidifying into long black wings.
A sudden knock came from the front door as Malik threw himself to the ground, hissing in what seemed like pain as his hair returned to normal, along with his nails.
“Malik!” He herd the husky voice with a Latin accent shout “Shortie is going to be pissed if you‘re late! Volito sursum (2)!”
“I‘m coming!” Malik shouted, looking at Yami. “I want you to help me, k?” he whispered, so that Bakura didn’t hear.
“Alright.” Yami said, nodding.
“K.” Malik repeated as he gathered his book bag together and hurriedly threw his school uniform over yesterdays clothes, deciding to change and shower after gym.
“I‘ll be back at 3. Make your self at home.” he said hurriedly as he left, grabbing the second now cold piece of toast from the kitchen.
“What took you so long, Blondie?” Bakura asked as they lazily walked toward the Kame Game Shop where they would pick Yuugi up.
“I got a friend over.” he said with a grin, informing Bakura of what kind of ‘friend’ it was.
Bakura smirked, then suddenly frowned. “I couldn‘t scent him.” He informed, causing Malik to shake his head.
“Yea, he‘s not human, but he claims not to be one of our kind either.”
“Malik! Bakura! You’re late!” Yuugi shouted as he ran to catch up with them, looking utterly adorable with a pout on his face. Bakura laughed, shaking his head as the trip continued on with the usual bantering.
When they got within sight of the school gates, Yuugi stopped dead in his tracks as Seto stepped out of the car with Ryou, causing Bakura to stop as well.
“Ra above, shoot these poor, love struck fools down.” Malik said with a laugh, dodging a swipe from Bakura and ignoring Yuugi’s glare. An evil smirk came to face, and Bakura and Yuugi glanced at each other nervously. “Oi! Seto! Ryou!”
The two looked over, and Ryou ran over, smile on his face, while Seto walked over at a more calm and placid pace.
“Hi!” Ryou said with a faint blush, stopping right in front of Bakura, his hands behind his back as he rocked on his feet. “I‘m sorry. I was under the impression you were much older.” he said.
Bakura Laughed, shaking his shaggy white locks “Me? I‘m 18. Sent to jail on false charges and was still forced to pay the fee for ‘wasting police inventories’. Had to drop out to work that off.”
“I see.” Ryou said, his blush fading all too quickly for Bakura’s liking.
“Do I know you two?” Seto asked as he tipped his head to the side, playing the ‘drunk himself so stupid can’t remember last night’ act.
Yuugi looked down for a few seconds, before Holding out his hand “Mouto Yuugi. We met at the club last night. This is Ishtar Malik and Memphis Bakura.” he introduced as they headed inside.
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12: 16PM- Monday, January 18
Domino High
Domino City, Japan
Ryou sighed. He hated being lost and already he was.
“All I‘m trying to do is find Seto.” Ryou mumbled grumpily. He had been put in most of Malik’s classes, to keep an eye on him.
Groaning as he ran into something solid and fell backwards, the hand that was held out to him startled the archangel slightly.
“You‘re the one that I saw with Kaiba.”
Ryou paused, Looking up and seeing the blond kid that had confronted them when they had first arrived. “Oh, Jounochi, Right?”
The blond smiled and ran his fingers through his shabby hair “Jounochi Katsuya, that’s me.” He laughed, helping Ryou up. “What were you doing with Seto, anyways?”
“Oh, um, he‘s hosting a friend and I. We‘re from out of the country.” He said.
“Ah. Well, you don‘t seem as mysterious as Bakura. I actually took you for brothers when I saw you walking the halls today.”
Ryou blushed, causing Jounochi to laugh again.
“You can just call me Jou.” the blond insisted. “So, who were you looking for? Seto?” Jou paused, then blushed as he realised he had called the brunet by his first name “Eh! Kaiba! I meant Kaiba.”
Ryou laughed. “I think you like him a bit, Right?”
For a second, a saddened look came over his face. “I was good friends with him while we both lived in an orphanage, but as soon as he got adopted he stopped hanging with me. Then he just all of a sudden appeared, and he was just soaked in blood, but wouldn‘t tell me why.”
Ryou gasped “I‘m sorry.”
Jou shook his head “We met back up about two years ago in freshman year, but he was a total ass-wipe.” he sighed “He doesn‘t even come to school most days. I mean, he owns a company and he‘s a multi-billionaire, he just seems to come here to piss me off.”
Ryou paused “What do you know about Demons?”
Startled, Jou looked at him. “You must not have demons where you‘re from. Here, we call then youkai most of the time, but anyways, they‘re the bad-asses that kill and plunder and rape. He shook his head. Cops kept on getting killed, because their criminals where supper human, so they created the SCS.” Jou sat down against the wall of the school, admiring the trees.
“SCS?” Ryou asked, sitting beside him.
“The Specialty Crime Squad. We just call them demon hunters. They‘re supposed to prevent the civilians from knowing what demons are, but the population already knows, we just don‘t say anything. Apparently, there‘s different types of demons. There are the shapeshifters, which turn into animals, the Omashifters, which can turn into other people, the hell demons, which rely on killing humans to sustain a human form. Let’s see… I think there‘s also succubae and incubus. They seduce things down the road to purgatory, and then drain your blood from you before letting your soul wander lost. They‘re supposed to be a type of sex vampyre.”
Jou paused, causing Ryou to let out a shaky “G-go on.”
“Then there‘s the fallen.” Jou’s Face darkened. “They‘re born like humans, but they‘re half-breeds. They normally are the result of a Demon dad and a human mother. Normally, they have wings, which can be black, white, gold, double, triple…anything you can think of.” Jou shook his head “Seto‘s one of them.”
“W-what?” Ryou asked, his eyes wide. “He wasn‘t anything like that when I first--”
Jou laughed bitterly “You‘re one of those things the demon‘s refer to as ‘Angels’, right?”
Ryou blinked, before realising what he had said and blushing “You can‘t tell anyone! Please, you mustn’t.” he begged, tugging on Jou’s sleeve.
“Why not?”
“It might upset the balance.” Ryou admitted, about ready to bang his head against a wall like he had seen Seto do when he was upset. “Humans can‘t know too much about us, or else they might try to up heave our power.”
“I won’t.” Jou said sincerely. “But god, I would love to tell my dad that Angelics really do exist.” He shook his head, ”I was adopted not long after seto by a demon hunter. He told me that if I were to ever fall in love, it had better be with an angel.” he sighed. “Do human soul‘s really go to heaven or hell?”
“Well, no. The Demons we know of try to trick a soul once, or before they die to become a demon as well.”
“Wow, I though demons just went at it like rabbits and out pops a demon baby.” he frowned “this might put a whole new look for the ‘Fallen’.”
Ryou nodded “Angels guard a human through its life. I can‘t give you the details, but we have a ranking system that allows one angel per person, and when that person dies the other angels purify it of all feeling, of its mind, so that it‘s soul might be reborn.”
Jou laughed “All this and I haven’t even gotten you name.” Giving a winning grin, he muttered “Or should I ask your rank, Holiness?”
Ryou smiled, surprised at the title “I‘m Ryou. High Archangel of Heaven.”
Translations and Notes
Gomen, I’ve been getting lazy with my updates. I’ve got a new project I’m working on, so I’ll try to update when I can (still trying to work around school blocking Fanfiction.net). I can’t release much information on it, but I can tell you it’s a web comic ^^. Also, I’m starting on two other fanfics and have three chapters on an un-posted one. Will get to that soon.
-Ja ne!
1)Etiam, etiam- Yeah, yeah.
2)Volito sursum- Hurry Up
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Plots that Don't Exist
Chapter 3
Demonism
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10:02PM- Sunday, January 17Plots that Don't Exist
Chapter 3
Demonism
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The ‘Dirt Avenue’
Domino City, Japan
Malik scowled at his Latin friend and waved him off at the front of the rundown building. Normally Malik would have walked the whitenette home, more to make sure that the man didn’t do something that got him in shit as opposed to making sure the other man got home, but he was tired, so the self proclaimed 'king of thieves' could just go fuck himself. "C'ya, Kura." The blonde yawned, waving the whitenette off, telling him silently to fuck off, knowing his friend would get the message.
"Etiam, etiam, c'ya Blondie.(1)" Bakura snickered at the blond, taking off to a nice apartment a few blocks away. Malik sighed, slipping into his half-run down house, not even bothering to lock the front door. If anyone decided to try and break in, he'd scare them away.
"My god was that boring." He said, collapsing on the couch. He, Yuugi, and Bakura had gone to the club when Bakura all but disappeared and this hot drunken brunet had stumbled over, slurring over his words and tripping over himself. The funny part was, Yuugi seemed almost taken with the drunk, even after said drunk had collapsed against him.
-/Flashback/-
"Sorry." the brunet mumbled, pushing himself up using Yuugi's shoulder as a crutch before seating himself on a barstool "Can I get a :Hick: shot of vodka?" the man hick-upped again, swaying slightly, shaking his head, making his swaying momentarily worse. "Thanks." he muttered, taking a swing of water but to drunk to notice that he wasn't drinking his beloved poison.
The tri-colour haired Yuugi looked at the man with sympathy while Malik resisted the urge to point and laugh. It was mean, but he could care less. Ra only knows how many times that had happened to him. "Are You Okay?" Yuugi asked, concerned about the man's health. He was dressed in nice clothes, but he looked like shit in Malik‘s opinion. If Bakura were here, the poor man might be missing his wallet and then some.
The man sighed, shaking his head again, running long pale fingers through his mussed brown hair "I came here, thinkin' my boyfriend was in Tokyo wit' his parents an' I jus wanted to get out and do somethin'. Teh bastard was here, makin’ out wit some blonde in one of teh rooms..." his blue eyes open, causing the violet-eyed Yuugi to gasp. Malik had to resist snickering at Yuugi's expression, not one of shock, but one of attraction. Malik had been the shorter teen's best friend since the kid was 13, and he knew the kids type by now...tall, dark haired, and handsome.
"That's horrible!"
"Ya, but thanks anyways. I dun need no ones pity." The man looked at them, his eyes now a little bit clearer from the intake of three glasses of water (the bartender had kept on giving him refills to make him sober enough to avoid any drunken bar fights) "Its hard to get me to talk to people...unless I'm smashed as you can tell."
Yuugi giggled. "Mouto Yuugi." The tri haired teen said, holding his hand out. "What’s your name?"
"Seto." The brunet said with a smile, shaking Yuugi‘s hand. Seto glanced over the dance floor, his eyes landing on two whitenettes on the dance floor. “Hn, I wonder who that is who‘s dancing wit‘ my friend…”
Yuugi and Malik followed the brunet’s gaze, Yuugi giggling when he saw who it was. “Oh, that’s just our friend Bakura. But now that I look at them, those two look strangely alike.”
“Bakura?” The brunet looked at Yuugi. “He wouldn‘t hurt Ryou, would he? Ryou just went through a bad break-up too…but he has a bad habit of thinking of other people before himself.”
“Sounds like someone else I know.” Malik said with a smirk, nudging a blushing yuugi. “Honestly, I‘ve never seen Bakura in a relationship.” Malik informed “but, then again, I don‘t even know every detail about Bakura…and we’ve known each other since we were kids.”
Seto nodded. “He seems kinda weird…”
“Yeah.” Malik said with a shrug “He gives that feel to everybody, except me and Yuugi.”
"How old are you by the way?" Seto asked, looking Yuugi over "No Offence, but if you laid back on the gel you probably only come to about 4‘6."
Yuugi blushed and stuttered, glancing at his blond friend who had snuck them in. "We're about the same age as you." Malik said, his keen nose picking out a young scent...
...no one said that Ishtar Malik was a human...
-/End Flashback/-
That had been when all hell broke loose and the blond, Yuugi, and their white haired friend had bolted, mostly to avoid getting shot. Malik sighed again, feeling his ears tingle as they grew longer and to the top of his head. He was a shapeshifter, and his preferred animal to shift into was that of a cinnamon coloured husky, although most of the time he was only comfortable when he was a hybrid. He felt his nails lengthen and harden, and his hind legs morph and grow. He stretched out and was just about to get comfy when he paused, noticing another scent in the house.
Stealthily moving off the couch, he quietly walked around the wall that separated the tiny living room with the smaller kitchen. Glancing past the doorframe and peeling wallpaper, Malik Gasped at the blood on the floor. He felt himself pale when he saw Yuugi's form and a knife there as well.
"YUUGI!" he shouted, running over to the teen, gently turning Yuugi on his back and into his lap. That’s when Malik noticed not only the clothing and height differences, but this kid's hair colour was different. Malik blinked at the almost blood red outline with the nearly golden crown shooting through the midnight, compared to Yuugi's bleach blond and bright magenta. "You're not Yuugi," He muttered, picking up the 5'4 teen anyways, carrying him over to his room and dropping the teen on the messed up bed. The tanned blond left to the bathroom to collect the first aid kit. Coming back, he propped the unconscious man against the headboard, bandaging the teen's side after cleaning up the dried blood. Glancing at the boy he guessed that he was suffering from blood loss (if the blood on the kitchen floor was anything to go by) so, placing his hands parallel, three inches from each other, he imagined his flamed core in the center of his stomach sending tendrils of flame to his fingertips, smiling at the tingling sensation on his fingertips as a red neon light flowed between them. Pulling his hands apart he gently pressed his fingertips against the edges of the wound. Gritting his teeth he let his energy flow into the wound, into the Yuugi-look-alike's blood. He urged the blood to flow to the wound to clot. He also asked the boy's heart with his energy to supply and create more blood then it normally would.
Malik collapsed, positive that the teen would at least be alive when Malik woke back up.
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7:34AM- Monday, January 18
The old house on ‘Dirt Avenue’
Domino City, Japan
"Nurg..." The now not unconscious teen grumbled, shifting his legs under the Malik spread over him.
"Whazza bastard' kid..." Malik mumbled, groaning as he supported his weight on his arms, pushing himself up.
"Umm…” Yami looked at the blond, blinking stupidly. Malik looked over and returned the stare for at least 3 minutes.
"First things first." Malik said, shaking his head "What the Fuck are you doing in my fucking house?"
"I thought it was abandoned." Yami said, pulling the sheet closer to his naked chest, glancing at the bandages wrapped around his torso. "And I was wounded."
"Ya, I noticed the bullet lying in my water dish." Malik said with humour "Well, Want something' to eat? I got school in a..." Malik looked at the red neon lights that showed the time "Half an hour." Malik shook himself, shaking the sleep out of his body.
"Ah..." Yami said, watching Malik "Why do you have dog ears?"
Malik Blinked, twitching said ears 'oh, Shit.' he thought. "I...ah hehe..."
"You're a demon." Yami said, matter a fatly. "That makes much more sense." He said, not even noticing Malik’s look "And I am Kind of hungry."
Malik nodded, hurrying to the kitchen to make some toast for his sudden 'guest'. 'Why the hell hasn't he attacked me yet? And he smells kinda funny, but I’m not quite sure what it is...'
Malik came back with the toast "So, Spill." he said to the Yuugi look alike "What kinda demon are you, cause you sure as hell aren’t a human."
Yami blinked "I'll tell if you tell."
"Shapeshifter. Why do you look like my friend, Mouto Yuugi?" He asked, handing the boy his food, watching.
Yami smirked his game smirk “I‘m not a demon.” he paused, “and I‘m under no obligation to answer that second one.”
Malik sniffed the air, scowling “What do you mean, ‘I’m not a demon’? You sure as hell ain’t human!”
“I sure as hell ain’t demon either.” Yami mimicked, “Although, I will show my thanks for assisting my healing by doing one thing for you.”
“One thing, eh?” Malik asked with a demonic smirk, crossing his arms over his chest, before shoving Yami onto his back, causing the crimson eyes man to blink up at the blond who moved to straddle his waist, his eyes growing darker.
Yami Gasped as the blond dug sharpening nails into his arms, glancing over to see that Malik’s dog-like nails were now like talons.
“And what if I take, instead of asking?” Malik said, his voice sounding like it had a double tone over it, a flare of energy in dark purple forcing his hair to stand up.
“What are you…” the guardian began, but was cut off as the shapeshifter kissed him hard. The angelic blinked is shock and slight fear as he saw large shadows growing from Malik’s back, solidifying into long black wings.
A sudden knock came from the front door as Malik threw himself to the ground, hissing in what seemed like pain as his hair returned to normal, along with his nails.
“Malik!” He herd the husky voice with a Latin accent shout “Shortie is going to be pissed if you‘re late! Volito sursum (2)!”
“I‘m coming!” Malik shouted, looking at Yami. “I want you to help me, k?” he whispered, so that Bakura didn’t hear.
“Alright.” Yami said, nodding.
“K.” Malik repeated as he gathered his book bag together and hurriedly threw his school uniform over yesterdays clothes, deciding to change and shower after gym.
“I‘ll be back at 3. Make your self at home.” he said hurriedly as he left, grabbing the second now cold piece of toast from the kitchen.
“What took you so long, Blondie?” Bakura asked as they lazily walked toward the Kame Game Shop where they would pick Yuugi up.
“I got a friend over.” he said with a grin, informing Bakura of what kind of ‘friend’ it was.
Bakura smirked, then suddenly frowned. “I couldn‘t scent him.” He informed, causing Malik to shake his head.
“Yea, he‘s not human, but he claims not to be one of our kind either.”
“Malik! Bakura! You’re late!” Yuugi shouted as he ran to catch up with them, looking utterly adorable with a pout on his face. Bakura laughed, shaking his head as the trip continued on with the usual bantering.
When they got within sight of the school gates, Yuugi stopped dead in his tracks as Seto stepped out of the car with Ryou, causing Bakura to stop as well.
“Ra above, shoot these poor, love struck fools down.” Malik said with a laugh, dodging a swipe from Bakura and ignoring Yuugi’s glare. An evil smirk came to face, and Bakura and Yuugi glanced at each other nervously. “Oi! Seto! Ryou!”
The two looked over, and Ryou ran over, smile on his face, while Seto walked over at a more calm and placid pace.
“Hi!” Ryou said with a faint blush, stopping right in front of Bakura, his hands behind his back as he rocked on his feet. “I‘m sorry. I was under the impression you were much older.” he said.
Bakura Laughed, shaking his shaggy white locks “Me? I‘m 18. Sent to jail on false charges and was still forced to pay the fee for ‘wasting police inventories’. Had to drop out to work that off.”
“I see.” Ryou said, his blush fading all too quickly for Bakura’s liking.
“Do I know you two?” Seto asked as he tipped his head to the side, playing the ‘drunk himself so stupid can’t remember last night’ act.
Yuugi looked down for a few seconds, before Holding out his hand “Mouto Yuugi. We met at the club last night. This is Ishtar Malik and Memphis Bakura.” he introduced as they headed inside.
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12: 16PM- Monday, January 18
Domino High
Domino City, Japan
Ryou sighed. He hated being lost and already he was.
“All I‘m trying to do is find Seto.” Ryou mumbled grumpily. He had been put in most of Malik’s classes, to keep an eye on him.
Groaning as he ran into something solid and fell backwards, the hand that was held out to him startled the archangel slightly.
“You‘re the one that I saw with Kaiba.”
Ryou paused, Looking up and seeing the blond kid that had confronted them when they had first arrived. “Oh, Jounochi, Right?”
The blond smiled and ran his fingers through his shabby hair “Jounochi Katsuya, that’s me.” He laughed, helping Ryou up. “What were you doing with Seto, anyways?”
“Oh, um, he‘s hosting a friend and I. We‘re from out of the country.” He said.
“Ah. Well, you don‘t seem as mysterious as Bakura. I actually took you for brothers when I saw you walking the halls today.”
Ryou blushed, causing Jounochi to laugh again.
“You can just call me Jou.” the blond insisted. “So, who were you looking for? Seto?” Jou paused, then blushed as he realised he had called the brunet by his first name “Eh! Kaiba! I meant Kaiba.”
Ryou laughed. “I think you like him a bit, Right?”
For a second, a saddened look came over his face. “I was good friends with him while we both lived in an orphanage, but as soon as he got adopted he stopped hanging with me. Then he just all of a sudden appeared, and he was just soaked in blood, but wouldn‘t tell me why.”
Ryou gasped “I‘m sorry.”
Jou shook his head “We met back up about two years ago in freshman year, but he was a total ass-wipe.” he sighed “He doesn‘t even come to school most days. I mean, he owns a company and he‘s a multi-billionaire, he just seems to come here to piss me off.”
Ryou paused “What do you know about Demons?”
Startled, Jou looked at him. “You must not have demons where you‘re from. Here, we call then youkai most of the time, but anyways, they‘re the bad-asses that kill and plunder and rape. He shook his head. Cops kept on getting killed, because their criminals where supper human, so they created the SCS.” Jou sat down against the wall of the school, admiring the trees.
“SCS?” Ryou asked, sitting beside him.
“The Specialty Crime Squad. We just call them demon hunters. They‘re supposed to prevent the civilians from knowing what demons are, but the population already knows, we just don‘t say anything. Apparently, there‘s different types of demons. There are the shapeshifters, which turn into animals, the Omashifters, which can turn into other people, the hell demons, which rely on killing humans to sustain a human form. Let’s see… I think there‘s also succubae and incubus. They seduce things down the road to purgatory, and then drain your blood from you before letting your soul wander lost. They‘re supposed to be a type of sex vampyre.”
Jou paused, causing Ryou to let out a shaky “G-go on.”
“Then there‘s the fallen.” Jou’s Face darkened. “They‘re born like humans, but they‘re half-breeds. They normally are the result of a Demon dad and a human mother. Normally, they have wings, which can be black, white, gold, double, triple…anything you can think of.” Jou shook his head “Seto‘s one of them.”
“W-what?” Ryou asked, his eyes wide. “He wasn‘t anything like that when I first--”
Jou laughed bitterly “You‘re one of those things the demon‘s refer to as ‘Angels’, right?”
Ryou blinked, before realising what he had said and blushing “You can‘t tell anyone! Please, you mustn’t.” he begged, tugging on Jou’s sleeve.
“Why not?”
“It might upset the balance.” Ryou admitted, about ready to bang his head against a wall like he had seen Seto do when he was upset. “Humans can‘t know too much about us, or else they might try to up heave our power.”
“I won’t.” Jou said sincerely. “But god, I would love to tell my dad that Angelics really do exist.” He shook his head, ”I was adopted not long after seto by a demon hunter. He told me that if I were to ever fall in love, it had better be with an angel.” he sighed. “Do human soul‘s really go to heaven or hell?”
“Well, no. The Demons we know of try to trick a soul once, or before they die to become a demon as well.”
“Wow, I though demons just went at it like rabbits and out pops a demon baby.” he frowned “this might put a whole new look for the ‘Fallen’.”
Ryou nodded “Angels guard a human through its life. I can‘t give you the details, but we have a ranking system that allows one angel per person, and when that person dies the other angels purify it of all feeling, of its mind, so that it‘s soul might be reborn.”
Jou laughed “All this and I haven’t even gotten you name.” Giving a winning grin, he muttered “Or should I ask your rank, Holiness?”
Ryou smiled, surprised at the title “I‘m Ryou. High Archangel of Heaven.”
Translations and Notes
Gomen, I’ve been getting lazy with my updates. I’ve got a new project I’m working on, so I’ll try to update when I can (still trying to work around school blocking Fanfiction.net). I can’t release much information on it, but I can tell you it’s a web comic ^^. Also, I’m starting on two other fanfics and have three chapters on an un-posted one. Will get to that soon.
-Ja ne!
1)Etiam, etiam- Yeah, yeah.
2)Volito sursum- Hurry Up