Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dusk ❯ The Man of Riddles ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Yeah. Kunoichi-chan is sorry for the lateness. O.o I want to get a chapter out every week, but I missed my deadline. >>; -kicks English project- WARNING: Incest, Nonconsensual kissing, Consensual kissing. That's it. O.o Now, onto the ficcy goodness!

I touched the war hardened face of mine in the mirror. Why did I have I reflection? Does this mean… I'm alive? I looked down and pounded my fist into the counter. Strength gone.

I heard a familiar voice chuckle.

I looked up to see the demon boy leaning on my body in the mirror, and I looked to my side and he wasn't there.

"I'm not here really, I've just come to talk to you."

"What do you want?"

My patience with him was growing thin.

"Ryou… is something special, you see. That's why he's so valuable to me."

"You're saying he did this to me?"

"Correct," the dark man murmured, "I bet you want to know why. Ask him, 'kura."

"Don't call me that."

"Sound familiar? Little Ryou used to call his nii-san that. I guess it just sounds so wrong from my lips," and the devil disappeared once more.

I turned the sink slowly and slapped some water onto my face in frustration. I peered out to see Ryou on the couch with a light on next to him, reading. My curiosity plagued me once more. I sat beside my younger and he seemed somewhat startled and… blushed?

"Something wrong… Nii-san?"

"Ryou… is there… something different about you?"

He tensed at my words, and didn't reply for a while.

"…Were you hurt… before?" The boy finally spoke.

Hurt? I guess becoming a dark spirit meant you're "hurt".

I nodded.

He clutched the knees of his jeans as he spoke, "Well, I have the power to heal people… at touch… I don't know why. I get people all the time… begging for me to take their pain away."

I stared in disbelief. I guess he noticed my look because tears filled his eyes once more as he clung to my body, "Nii-san… you told me how special my gift was, and that I could save this world. …Until, until they got you, I'm so glad you're back! If only I could have saved you…"

He stares into my eyes and I begin to feel uncomfortable. What he did next caught me off guard completely. I felt gentle hands clutch each side of my face as he pulled me into a soft kiss. I tensed, but dared not push the frail boy away… Ha. It seemed my heart came back along with my reflection. Yet, I have so many unanswered questions. Why, why is he kissing me? I could feel his body against mine… It was so warm. I had to stop this. I put my hands over his, and gently tugged at them. I felt him pull away as his eyes dropped to the floor.

"Sorry," he whispered.

Ryou picked up himself, still not looking at me, and whispered almost to low for me to hear, "I'm going to bed now, your room is to the right of the bathroom. Sorry again."

"You love me?" I asked him as he visibly flinched.

"With all my heart," he whispered again in that soft tone, and disappeared into the darkness of the backroom.

Left alone, I decide to wash up my face and get an early rest. I surely needed it. I peered into the dark room and I turned on a light switch. I was already missing being able to see in the dark. Spare clothes already left out for me. I slipped them on and turn off the light before I slink into the bed. It was the most comfortable thing I've felt in a long time. I find myself staring up to the ceiling in thought. . As the days events replayed in my mind, I found myself drifting into the world of dreams…

I'm walking home from school with Ryou leaning on my shoulder and my hand clutched over his. The earth was it's old and lively self. The sky, the sky was a pure and unadulterated blue.

"Nii-san, wasn't what Honda said in Chemistry so funny?"

I nodded, and smile against the sweet sent of his hair. A Sakura blossom falls softly on the top of his head. Beautiful.

We're standing in the doorway of our apartment as I stick my hand in the mail slot and pull out a few bills, and an… invite? For Ryou?

Ryou squealed and snatched it from me, ducking into the house. I chase after him and he's in the last place I would have thought to look, my own room.

He runs up to me and points to the fancy letter, "Nii-san, it says some guy named Malik wants me meet me at the local club tonight."

Ryou furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as to why anyone would want to talk to him in a club. Anyone that knew Ryou knew he wasn't one for the 'bumping and grinding' hangouts.

"Malik Ishtar? That new foreign exchange student?"

"Yeah, him, but I don't know him at all Bakura, we haven't even talked. I haven't even seen him!"

I think about it and I ask Ryou to give me the letter. I study it for a few minutes before I decided to go myself.

Ryou whined at this, "Bakura! It's my invite!"

I shook my head, "It's way too late, and you said this guy doesn't know you, right? So, I'll check it out."

Ryou pouted his lip at me, and I lean down to nibble at it. As I rise up from my assault, I'm quite satisfied to see his crimson dashed cheeks.

"Besides, Ryou," I say, "I haven't been to this club, yet."

I smirk a bit and sway my body a little as Ryou rolls his eyes at me.

"Just don't bring another 'friend' home," Ryou said shaking away the memory of a half naked man on his couch.

"I wouldn't dream of it," I replied, kissing Ryou on the forehead as he hugs me and later disappears out of the room.

The rest of the day seemed to pass quickly. I slipped on my usual after-school shirt and pants. I wasn't one to fix myself up for the crowd. I put on some tennis shoes then left my room. As I approached the door, I turned around slightly and called back to Ryou, "I'm leaving now!"

"Be careful, Nii-san!" He answered.

I laugh and say, "I'll be fine."

I turn the door knob and the cool early spring air dances around me. I walk down the long steps to the street and I take out the directions that were attached to the invite.

Hm, it was a walking distance. A little far but not by much. I stuff my hands in my pocket and I decide to wing it.

I snort the smell of gas as a smelly car passes me. I hate the city. The air is so stuffy. My thoughts were interrupted as I spot familiar dash of red and black at my side in an alley. There was Otogi leaning against a fire escape ladder.

His hard green eyes catch mine, as he throws his cigarette on the ground and ends its fire with a step, "Bakura."

I nod and ask, "Where you headed?"

"Nowhere really," he laughs, but it sounds rather bitter, "What about you?"

"Just checking out the new club."

His face turns to mine, "Oh?"

I knew something like this would interest him, "Yes. I received an invite from Malik Ishtar."

Otogi's eyes widened, "Malik? God, he's so sexy."

"Really?" I ask, my interest in this club visit keeps rising and rising.

"Now, the question is why would he want you there?"

I narrow my eyes at him in a dangerous glare but all he does is laugh.

"That's what I'm going to find out."

"I bet he wants you," Otogi says, sitting on the bar of the fire escape. I guess he changed his mind about me.

"I haven't even met him."

"Really? Now that's odd. Maybe you're reputation precedes you."

"Reputation?"

"For being a slu-" Otogi was face first on the ground moaning in pain.

"Ha ha," he laughs, "I was only kidding, 'kura. I meant your reputation of being dangerous. Whether you realize it our now, you are a powerful guy with those fists of yours."

"Nah, I doubt that's it. It's not like I'm a thug with them. I just protect myself."

"True, well, if you want to get there at nine, you better go."

I look down at my watch and mentally curse. I wave to Otogi and he nods in reply as I walk on. Not much longer into my stepping did I see the bright and flashing, "Whips and Chains" sign for the club. Oh boy.

I felt myself pushed back when I looked into the eyes of the guard.

"License," he spat.

I show him my usual fake one and he takes it and throws it on the ground. Next thing I find myself thrown against the brick wall.

"We don't appreciate liars here. Maybe I should let you in, you're such a pretty thing," he whispers in my ear.

I hiss at him then I hear someone tell him to let me go.

I peer over his bulky shoulders and see a feminine looking dark-skinned man, glaring at him. The large man complies and lets me fall to the ground. I rub the back of my head as I call him an, "Asshole."

"What did you say?!" He turns to me and raises his fist.

"Leave," the beautiful one whispers. Wait a second… beautiful?

My thoughts were left behind as the blonde haired, dark-skinned boy bent down and lent me a hand. I take it and lean up. He leads me into the club and my eyes roam around this mysterious place.

Just as the club name insinuated, this place was filled with whips and chains. The dancers held in cages wore handcuffs and collars and those on the dance floor did, too. A man, I'm guessing a guard, walked by us holding a whip tight in hand.

"W--wait a second, I have to find Malik," I call out to the man leading me.

He turned back to me with somewhat of a smirk, letting my hand go as he whispered, "I am him."

I blink at him in surprise, "How'd you know I was… Ryou?"

He waves a finger at me and whispers, "There's something different about your aura."

What did that mean? Well, anyways, so far the plan was going good. Now I just had to see what he wanted with Ryou.

He leads me to the bar and orders us both some drinks. I watched him in his movement. Swift and sure. I stared at his lips and studied them as he spoke. I wonder what they'd feel like… I realize my thought as shake it away quickly. From the way he acted, he seems to come here a lot.

"How do you get in here? You seem to have some authority, too."

He chuckles, "My sister owns this joint."

Our drinks come back and I watch him sip some of his. He eyes me and whispers, "It won't hurt you. It's actually quite good."

"Who said I was afraid?" I take the drink and half is gone in one gulp.

It was alcoholic. I snort, feeling a little faint.

He watches me in amusement before he asks, "Feeling alright?"

"Fine," I spit, "Now what do you want with me?"

"You're a little feistier than I thought you would be. Well, can't I just be a fan?"

"Not in this town."

He smirks at me, in somewhat of a fangy grin. I stare at his mouth, hoping to get a glance of those sharp teeth. I don't seem to realize how long I've stared at his lips, but he does. I finally raise my eyes to his and I find myself blushing. I turn around and take another huge gulp at my drink.

"Your hair," he comments, "I've seen nothing like it around here."

"I've seen nothing like your skin."

He tilts his head as he answers, "It wasn't an insult."

"Neither was mine," I whisper in a drunken bliss.

We're met with silence for a while before he says, "Truth is, to why I asked you, Ryou. It's that I wanted to meet you."

"Why?" I interrogate him.

"Your purpose in the world is greater than you think."

I wish he wouldn't speak in such riddles. I stare at him questionably. I see his slender hand reach for his glass and he takes another sip. I eye the jewelry around his neck and on his ears. I wonder where he's from.

"I'm from Egypt, actually."

Under the influence, I find my thoughts slipping through my lips…

I snap myself back into reality and I notice Malik staring at me. Hard.

"What, what is it?"

"Such a hard face. And you're gentle," The last words came in a question.

Without warning he captures my face in his palms. I'm caught staring into his lavender eyes. My lips tremble with… excitement?

"You're cute when you blush," he says before closing the gap between us.

His lips were cold, but his experience takes over this. His lips trail down my chin to my neck, he pauses and licks the flesh there. My hands hesitantly reach above his neck as I tilt my head to expose more skin. Okay, now my turn to be dominant. I push him back start an assault on his neck of my own. His hands reach up and stroke my chest, slipping under the cloth. He then pushes me back, leaving the front of my neck exposed. His kisses it once more and I completely forget about trying to dominate him. He smiles against my neck and two pricks of pain dash into it, before I'm lost into darkness.

I wake up gasping and looking around. It takes me a while before I realize my surroundings. The morning light pains my eyes I narrow them a little as I get up. I look down near the edge of the bed and I see a note. It was from Ryou.

"I've gone to school, Nii-san. I left some clothes on the bed for you. If you're hungry, there's plenty of food in the fridge. I'll be back around two. -Ryou"

I ruffle my hair and stare at the clothes Ryou gave me.

That day… it's the only day I can remember before… It was all Malik's fault I became a vampire. Then it hit me. Malik never actually told me what he wanted with Ryou.

"Is that it?!" I yell, hoping to get Satan to appear, "Is that the big secret I have to figure out!?"

I pouted, drifting more into my thoughts.

Malik and I became lovers soon claiming this turf as ours. Life was so simple back then. I rise out of bed, grabbing the clothes, and slip into the shower. I turn the water on cold, like I was used to. I shivered under the water then I remembered I was living now and bumped up the heat. Halfway through my wash, there was company.

"That's not at all what I asked you. I told you to bring him to me."

I turn around to see the ghostly figure of Satan, "W-what the hell!?"

I try to push him out of the shower, but he uses that power of his and freezes me to the shower wall. I growl at him. The water dampens his long gold bangs to stick to his face, but doesn't wash away that evil smirk.

"What do you want?"

He smirked and answered a matter-of-factly, "I was answering you question."

It took me a while before I remembered shouting to him while still in bed. I roll my eyes at him and ask, "What took you so long?"

"I've been… rather busy," he answered.

Forgetting the position I was in, I saw him approach me with one hell of a hentai grin and all memory flooded back.

"Stay away from me," I spit.

He smiles and brushes a wet strand of hair from my face, "You're more beautiful than you give yourself credit for."

"I know I'm hot. I just don't want you touching me," I couldn't help but laugh a little.

He laughs himself, but I see a dangerous glint in his eyes. He grabs me by the hair and forces me into a kiss. I shove him off with all my strength, "Screw off!"

I regret my choice of words when I see him smile in amusement, "I'll attend to you later."

He waves he hand around as I were nothing, "I've got business to settle."

He opens the shower curtain and I realize he's about to step out, so I push him. My hands flow through his body, but he falls nonetheless. He looks at me with hateful eyes, "I was going to stop your suffering but I think I'll screw your mind some more." He vanishes. I slip down in the shower and feel the water running over me, "That's it… I have to find Malik now and end this."

*** Yami's POV

I step out of the bathroom stall and I look at a student who stares at me questionably. I smirk at him. He must have heard my little conversation. Can't have people telling my secrets now.

Moments later I stare at his body in a pool of blood. I adjust the collar of my school uniform and walk out of the bathroom. Just where I left him was the cute and innocent Ryou, "Hurry, Yami, we're going to be late."

I quicken my step and walk by his side, "I know, sorry."

My eyes roam over his facial features as he turns to me. Blushing, he asks, "What?"

"Very beautiful," I whisper.

This causes his face to flash entirely red and he stutters a, "Thank you."

I eye him and say in somewhat of a worried voice, "I don't think I'll do good on that History test on Monday, will you help me study?"

Ryou smiled and nodded, "Sure. How about tonight?"

I watch him wave to a friend as my lips curl into a smirk, "Perfect."

I'm going to enjoy corrupting you.

TBC!

O.o; Weeeeell, I'm sure you all know Yami here is up to know good. Poor Ryou! What's up with Malik, too? Will 'togi have another appearance? Tune in for the next chapter of Dusk. o-o Same crazy website, same crazy author. XD And it looks like I'll be upping the rating too. Darn. ^^; I cannot just write a PG-13 fic. -grumble-