Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Engulfed in Darkness ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Ravenx

Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), vampires (so minor blood scenes), MPEG, maybe more…
Pairings: Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Seto/Joey, Bakura/Ryou, others?

Engulfed in Darkness
Chapter One
by Ravenx

Bare feet scramble over rocks and building debris. Tripping, occasionally, over jutting rocks. Knees cut open, blood flowing down a small leg. Dirt covered white hair matted to a forehead with sweat. Clothes, made basically of rags, show off several expanses of mud covered skin. Lungs sucking in air as brown eyes keep searching behind the moving body. No sound can be heard except for the lone figure running as fast as they can.

Once again falling, the figure looks over his shoulder. He sees nothing but darkness but he knows that that is not all that is out there. His strength is failing him. Trying to get up he falls again. Tears make wet streaks down dirty cheeks. He begins to crawl forward on his hands and kneescks cks cut into his flesh but he ignores the pain and keeps going.

The cold night air wraps around him causing the figure to shiver as he finds a large rock to hide behind. He pulls his knees up to his chin and wraps his thin arms around them. His back leans against the cold, hard surface of the rock. His large brown eyes search frantically around. The only light seen is the faint glow of the moon above.

A twig snaps to the left. The figure's head turns in the direction but sees nothing. Forcing himself up he stumbles in the opposite direction as the noise. Looking over his shoulder he runs toward a large building that is only half crumbled to the ground. Entering the dark opening he runs down a long hall. To his right are rooms that have long been picked of any valuables. And to his left is a wall with holes to the outside world.

The figure runs to the end of the hall and takes a door to the right, leading him into an officffice. Stepping over piles of debris from the ceiling and burnt papers, he makes his way over to the large desk in the center of the room that is still standing on all four legs. He packs his small body into the equally small space underneath the desk. Once again bringing his knees up to his chest.

The wind blows through the broken window on the opposite wall as the door. Papers that are torn, burned, or brown in color blow across the office floor that is littered withs ans and pieces of the building and the equipment left behind by looters. The figure under the desk freezes as he hears footsteps coming down the hall.

“Come out, come out where ever you are.” A smooth voice calls from the doorway. “I know you're in here. I can smell you.”

The figure under the desk holds his breath as the footsteps come over to the desk, stopping just in front of it.

“I'll take it easy on you if you just come out here now.”

Tightening his arms around his legs the figure huddles into an even tighter ball. Burying his head in between his knees.

“Fine.” The voice says as the desk flies onto its side to reveal the shaking form underneath. “Well, do this your way.”

Startled, the figure yelps as strong hands grab for him. He scoots quickly away from the outstretched hands, backing up to the wall. Looking up he sees a young man dressed all in black with combat boots to match. Jet black hair is tied up in a high pony tail witheraleral strands hanging over a black head band into big, bright green eyes. A smirk firmly in place.

“Hey kid, make this easy on yourself and just come over here.” He holds out a length of rope. “I promise not to hurt you.”

The boy on the ground looks around, trying to figure out a way to escape. Seeing the only way out is through the door directly behind the other man he makes a run for it. He lounges around the black covered boy but is stopped as an arm reaches out anakenakes around his thin waist.

“And where do you think you're going?” A soft chuckle fills the dark room as the white haired boy begins to struggle. The rope is tied tightly around his wrist as he tries to kick the boy holding him. He lands a kick to the boys knee causing a small grunt of discomfort.

“You really think that would hurt me?” Once the rope is tied he lets go of the boys waist, turning him around so that he can look at his face.

The boy still struggles but the rope is to tight for him to go any where. His frightened, large brown eyes look up into smirking green.

“What's your name?” Upon receiving no answer the black haired boy just shrugs. “Fine, don't tell me.” He runs his eyes over the shaking boy. “Nice. I think I'll get a bonus for bring in a beauty like you. Now come on.”

He turns, pulling the rope behind him, but is stopped as the other boy keeps struggling. His bare feet, almost completely covered in blood, planted firmly to the floor.

“You know I'm much stronger than you.” The green-eyed boy turns around. “Not just naturally but even more so since I'm guessing you haven't eaten much in a long time. So just give up and you can walk back with me.” The struggling continued. “Fine. It will be easier for me this way anyway. It'll just hurt you more.”

With that he reached out with a speed that no human eye could follow. His hand hitting a vital pressure point at the fighting boy's neck. Instantly the struggling stops. The boy falls to his knees gasping for air as he looks up at the green-eyed boy once more before falling over. Brown eyes closing.

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A gentle tugging makes brown eyes open. Feeling a little out of place the eyes open more to find a large white room. Bright lights shine down causing him to close his eyes for a moment. Barely opening them again to get use to the brightness. Cold, light green tiles lay beneath him making him shiver as his eyes once again open all the way.

“I was beginning to wonder how hard Duke hit you.” A voice said somewhere behind him.

Jumping slightly he sits on the cold floor, turning to find a brown headed boy kneeling beside him. Dark brown eyes shine at him. The boy wears only a pair of tan, loose fitting, cotton shorts and a sleeveless red shirt. Upon seeing the clothes the white haired boy looks down at his rags only to discover them gone. Panicking he tries to cover himself with his hands as he scoots back toward the wall.

“It's okay. I'm not one of them. I'm human. The names Tristian. I'm a slave here.” He crawls over to sit in front of the freighted boy. “What's your name?”

Looking around the bright, cold room he finds a closed door. His eyes remain looked on it until Tristian sits in his view of it.

“No need trying to find a way out. Vamps cover this place.”

“Where?” The white haired boy's voice comes out in barely a whisper.

“This is the Majestics' mansion.” Upon seeing the boys eyes widen even further he reaches out to take hold of a shaking hand. “It's okay. I can't tell to much with all the dirt but I'm pretty sure you won't be taken for food.”

He gets up and moves toward a hose on the other side of the room. “This is the cleaning facility. Any human caught by a Rave must be brought here and cleaned before they appear in front of the Majestics. And that's my job.”

“You help get humans ready? But why? How could you do that?” Still trembling against the wall, the boy watches as Tristian turns knobs on the wall. Water shots out of the hose, Tristian begins to test it.

“It's not like I have a choice. It's either doing this or being food. And I would take this over that any day. I mean its not like I love this or anything.” He moves over toward the boy, hose in hand. “Now stand up so I can wet you down.”

“But….” The boy curls up into a ball.

“You have to. If you don't cooperate than Duke will be forced to come back in here. And trust me you don't want that.”

“Who's Duke?”

“The vampire that brought you in here. Tall,ck hck hair, green eyes. He's a really nice guy as long as you don't piss him off. So if I were you I'd stand up. It won't hurt. Just a good cleaning to make you presentable.” He offers a small smile of reassurance as the boy slowly stands.

The water is warm and refreshing to the boy who hasn't taken a bath in months. The green tiles quickly turn brown, hinted with red, as the months of dirt wash off the small body. Tristian steps closer to the boy, letting his free hand r out out to pull the white hair out of the boy's face. The water runs down the lean body in rivers, pooling at bare feet.

“You never told me your name.” Tristian continues moving the hose up and down, discovering that a beautiful pale body lies underneath.

“Ryou.” The quiet voice answers. Whining slightly as the hose is removed and taken back to the other side of the room. The cool air makes his wet form shiver.

“Okay, lets tackle that hair now.” Tristian returns to Ryou's side with a hairbrush. Stepping up behind the smaller boy he begins to pick out the deep tangles that cover the boy's head. “Looks like a rat's nest in here.” He mumbles as he tries to gently brush the hair.

“What's going to happen to me?” Ryou winces slightly as his head is tugged back.

“Sorry. Well, after I get done with you, you'll be taken to Mai. She's another slave. Her job is to find you clothes that will accent all the right parts of your body. That way you have a betternce nce of becoming a slave.”

“So its either a slave or death.” A whisper barely heard by Tristian.

“Yes. But being a slave isn't that bad once you get the trust of the vampires. Once they know you won't try anything, like running away or trying to hurt them, then they pretty much let you all over the mansion. You don't have to sleep in the slave quarters or anything.”

“Slave quarters?”

“Yeah, that's in the basement. You won't like it there. Hundreds of humans piled in there like sardines. Old mattresses lining the floors. You have to be careful. Especially someone your size, you could get stepped on easily.” Tristian started to work on a particularly hard knot.

“When will they decide what happens to me?” A small tear falls from Ryou's eyes as his hair is pulled again.

“Sorry again. Right after you visit with Mai you will be taken to the Ballroom. That's where the Majestics will come and look you over. They are the ones that decide what will happen to you. Like I said though, you'll probably become a slave. They would be crazy to kill someone as cute as you.”

Blushing slightly Ryou tries to cover up his naked form. Tristian finally gets the brush to slide through the long, shoulder length white hair.

“Beautiful.” Tristian sits the brush down beside the hose and walks over to stand in front of Ryou. “You look good. My jobs done.”

“Thank you.” Ryou whispers as Tristian walks over to the only door in the room. He knocks once. The white door opens to reveal Duke standing there, arms folded against his chest.

“You done?” He asks Tristian as he looks over at the shivering Ryou.

Upon seeing the green-eyed boy, Ryou backs up against the wall again. His brown eyes widening in fear.

“What did you do to him Duke? His scared to death of you.” Tristian shakes his head as Duke laughs.

“He ran. You know they shouldn't do that with me.” He lets his green eyes wonder up and down the naked boy on the other side of the room. “He does clean up nicely though.”

Stepping into the room he motions for Ryou to come to him. Seeing the boy isn't moving he looks over at Tristian.

“It's okay Ryou. Duke won't hurt you unless you make him. All you have to do is go across the hall. Mai is really nice. You'll love her.” Tristian smiles over at the white haired boy.

“Ryou, huh? Nice name.” Duke smirks at the small boy. “He's right you know. I really don't want to knock you out again but I will if I have to.”

Still shaking Ryou walks over to the two boys at the door. His hands trying the best he can to hide his nakedness. Duke takes a gentle hold of his upper right arm. As he is pulled out the door he turns for one last look at Tristian. The boy smiles at him as he waves.

“Good luck, Ryou.” The door shuts leaving Ryou alone with Duke in a long, dark blue hallway.

“Come on, it's just right here.” Duke takes him right across the hall to another door. Opening it he reveals a room of bright pink. Plush dark pink carpet fills good against Ryou's bare feet. Lined against the walls are racks of clothing, all different color and sizes.

“Mia?” Duke looks around the room, his hand still holding onto Ryou since the door is still open.

“Right here, sweetheart.” A blonde woman with dark purple eyes walks out from behind a rack of clothing. She wears a short purple skirt and a matching purple tank top. Her feet are bare. She smiles at seeing Ryou. “A new one, huh?”

“Yep, his name is Ryou. Get him ready for the Majestics. I'll be outside if you need anything.” Duke let's go of Ryou's arm and shuts the door as he walks back into the hallway.

Ryou stands in the center of the room shaking slightly, more from nerves than anything. Mai smiles at him sweetly as she makes her way to him.

“Its okay. Nothing to be scared about, honey. My, you are a beauty aren't you.” She walks around the small, pale skinned boy. “I see Tristian did a good job of cleaning you up. Too bad he didn't take care of these cuts.” She points down at his knees and feet. “Come over here, honey.”

She walks over to a small couch at the back of the room. She pats the big, light pink cushion. “Sit here and I'll take care of those before we get you dressed.” Ryou does as he is told. Keeping his hands in his lap.

Mai steps behind a rack of cloths and returns shortly with a chair and a box. Sitting the chair in front of Ryou she takes a seat and opens the box to reveal a first aid kit, of source.

“Let me see your right leg, honey.” She lifts the thin appendage onto her lap. As she begins to clean the cuts on the knee and foot she looks up to see Ryou shivering. “Are you cold?” He shakes his head.

“Nervous then. I can understand. I was nervous. But it will go away when they decide what to do with you.” Her eyes lower to his knee again.

“Yeah, unless they decide to drain me dry.” Ryou groans out.

“Well, yeah. But I don't think you have to worry about that.”

“Why? Because I'm beautiful?” He lets out a small chuckle.

“I see Tristian agrees with me. Yes, you're very pretty. They never kill the pretty ones. You'll most likely become a slave. Maybe even a personal slave if you're really lucky.”

“What do you mean? What's a personal slave?” Ryou lets his right leg drop back down to the floor before lifting his left in its place.

“That's when you only serve one vampire. Usually a Destroyer or Rave but on occasion a Majestic. A personal slave has more privileges than a plain slave like me. They have their own quarters, most of the time with the vampire they are given to.”

“Tristian said that there are slave quarters?”

“Yeah, that's where just plain slaves live until they prove that they won't run. Like me and Tristian. We live above the slave quarters. We get our own beds and better meals than the other slaves. There, done.” She sets Ryou's leg back on the thick carpet before taking the chair and box to where they came from.

Coming back to stand in front of Ryou she jesters toward the middle of the room. “Ok, honey, stand right there and will get you looking fantastic.” Ryou does as she says, standing nervously watching Mai as she walks around the room looking at the different clothes.

“What are the Majestics like?” Ryou's small voice almost doesn't reach Mai's ears.

“They're all different in many ways but alike in many as well. They are all from Ancient Egypt, they've known each other since then so they are very close friends. Even though you wouldn't think it by the way they act toward one another.” She gives a little chuckle as she pulls a pair of white leather pants from a hook. “Here try these on.”

Ryou takes the pants and squeezes into them. The tight material hugs every inch of his skin not hiding anything. They hang low on his hips, just barely covering him and flair at the anklest sst slightly.

“Nice. Now for a shirt.” Turning back to the racks of clothes Mai continues their conversation. “As you probably know there are four Majestics. Three of which already have personal slaves, well actually mates now.”

“Mates?”

“Yeah, they were once personal slaves but the Majestics decided to bond with them. They fell in love. Sweet actually since everyone thought that Majestics didn't have hearts.” Mai walks back over to Ryou with a black tank top. “Try this.”

Letting the black material slide over his head Ryou looks down to find that the shirt ends several inches above his navel. The tight fabric shows off his lean form perfectly. Mai turns him so that he can look at himself in a mirror near the door. He blushes as she begins to fix his hair.

“You are sexy. I don't know if its just you or if I'm that good at what I do but you look great. You are sure to catch their eyes.” Mai stands back to look at her work. Smiling she walks over to the door. “Are there any other questions you need to ask before Duke takes you to the Ballroom?”

“You never really told me about the Majestics. Are they nice?”

“Well, Yami is the nicest, as well as the oldest. The other three are kinda difficult to get to know. If their mates are with them they are a lot nicer than if they aren't. So hope they are. Usually the mates do come to see the new humans. But try to get on the good side of Yami or the mates. They have the most power.”

“Humans have the most power?” Ryou's eyes widen at this.

“Well, kinda. They are the Majestics' mates, therefore, they can get them to do whatever they want. Most of the time. But that doesn't go for Bakura.”

“Bakura? Why not him?”

“Because he doesn't have a mate or a personal slave. He's kinda a loner. He's several hundred years younger than the others so I guess he fills a little out of place, especially not having a mate.” She knocks once on the door. “Good luck, honey. Just keep cool and remember what I've told you. And if you're chosen as a slave, personal or not, just do whatever you are told and you'll be fine. Got it?”

“I think so.” He watches as Duke enters the room, letting his green eyes move over the small body.

“I don't know which is better. You dressed like that or with nothing on.” Duke grins over at Mai. “Another successful job.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

“Do I get shoes?”

“Nope. Only us vamps get shoes. That way if you decide to run you'll be slowed down. Now come on. The Ballroom awaits.” A grin is thrown in his direction as Duke once again takes hold of Ryou's upper arm.

The two boys move out into the dark blue hallway. Duke shuts Mai's room before dragging Ryou down the corridor. They walk for a good bit before coming to a large staircase. As they make their way up, Ryou lets his eyes drift around the mansion.

A large crystal chandelier hangs above the stairs, casting the room in a bright light. Paintings, everything from landscapes to portraits, hang on the walls. Beautiful polished wood tables line the wall at the top of the stairs. Vases of crystal, etched with intricate designs sits on top of the table. Ryou sees the wallpaper, a white with lines of gold threaded into it, shine slightly from the chandelier.

He is pulled to the right of the staircase down yet another hallway, this one a dark green. Upon reaching two grand doors, Duke lets go of him.

“There's no use to run so don't try.” Opening the door Duke stands aside for him to enter. Ryou sucks in a breath at what he sees.

The room is huge with ceilings reaching up toward the heavens. Dark, blood red painted walls are covered with even more paintings. Even more polished tables line the room with vases of all shapes and sizes resting on them. The dark wooden floors shines from tall torches hanging around the room, the only light that is there. Heavy, burgundy drapes cover the only windows in the room. In front of the windows is a what appears to be a smstagstage. Four grand chairs sit side by side each other facing Ryou.

“This is the Ballroom. Here is where parties and such are thrown but also where humans' futures are decided. The Majestics will here soon. Just stay here and don't touch anything.” Duke turns, shutting the double doors they entered from as he leaves.

Looking around Ryou finds himself fidgeting with the small tank top. He pulls at the hem, trying to get it to cover more of his body. Standing in the cenof tof this grand room he begins to feel a little more uncomfortable.

A banging noise comes from the front of the room, somewhere near the stage. Ryou's wide eyes look up. He freezes as he sees a small boy enter from a door off to the side. He wears a pair of dark blue leather pants with a black sleeveless shirt and no shoes. He looks no older than seventeen with spiked up hair of black, burgundy, and blonde. Large purple eyes stare down at Ryou. He smiles before waving down at Ryou.

“Hello. You must be the human Duke caught.” Ryou barely nods. “I'm Yugi.” The boy looks over his shoulder smiling as another figure comes out the door. He turns back to Ryou. “And this is Yami.”

Ryou, if possibly, freezes even more at hearing that name. Mai had said that Yami was a Majestic. The one that he should try to get on the good side of. He watches as Yami steps out of the shadows. He gasps as he notices just how similar the two boys are. Yami being taller with smaller, sharper eyes but wearing almost identical clothes to Yugi except for the addition of black boots.

“What is your name?” Yami asks in a voice that commands authority.

“R…Ryou.” Heks uks up a little as two sets of purple eyes stare at him. Taking in every inch of his form.

“You're very pretty.” Yugi says as he jumps off the small stage. He makes his way over to Ryou. “You don't have to be scared. We won't hurt you.” He gives a small smile.

Ryou smiles back. “Thank you.” He jumps back a little as he notices Yami standing right behind Yugi.

“Indeeu aru are beautiful.” Yami places a hand on Yugi's shoulder causing the smaller boy to smile wider.

Ryou blushes as he lets his brown eyes drift to the floor. His white hair falls down around his face hiding it from view. A small hand reaches out to brush the long strands behind his ears. Looking up he sees Yugi smiling at him. But again he jumps at another banging noise from the same place as before.

All three boys turn toward the stage to see two more figures emerge from the door. The first is tall, almost as tall as Yami, with long blonde hair and violet eyes with a flicker of insanity in them. This causes Ryou to back up a few feet. The boy wears a pair of tight dark purple, almost black, leather pants. A short sleeve white shirt hugs his muscular upper body. Black combat boots cover his feet. Jewels of gold adorn his flesh. From earrings, armbands, and a necklace to shining bracelets.

Behind him walks a boy smaller than him but almost identical in appearance to the other, like Yugi and Yami. He wears a pair of loose fitting black pants that his bare feet step on as he walks. Almost the exact same jewelry covers him as the other boy. But that's not what makes Ryou's eyes widen. A large, dark gray, short sleeve shirt covers a rounded stomach. His small hands are rubbing little circles through the material of the shirt.

The taller of the two looks around the large room. As violet eyes see the three bohe jhe jumps off the stage, turning to lift the rounder of the two down gently. They walk over to the small group.

“So this is him?” The tall one ask Yami.

“Yes, his name is Ryou. Amazing resemblance, don't you agree?”

“Yes.” Ryou looks back and forth between the two taller boys before turning his attention to the smaller of the identicals. Yugi, still with a smile on his lips motions to the rounded boy.

“This is Malik. And that's Marik.” He points at the one talking quietly with Yami.

“Hey.” Malik grins at Ryou. He reaches out a hand to run through Ryou's white hair. “Amazing.” He whispers.

“He's very shy.” Yugi says.

“Nay, probably just scared.” Malik let his hands drift back down to his stomach.

“He was doing better before you two showed up.”

“Yeah, Marik will scare anyone.” Malik giggles.

“I do, huh?” Malik jumps as large arms wrap around his round belly. Marik looks over Malik's head to stare at Ryou. “Does it talk?”

“Yes he does.” Yugi said, rolling his eyes at the large man.

Ryou stands in front of the group. His arms wrapping around himself as if to protect himself from something. Quietly, he speaks. “Are…are you the Majestics?”

“Yami and Marik are Majestics. Me and Malik are their mates.” Yugi grins over at Marik. “Told you.”

Rolling his eyes, Marik rest his large hands on Malik's belly. “Whatever. Where is Seto?”

“Here.”

Ryou jumps around to see a tall brunette with ice blue eyes walking into the room. His black boots clicking on the polished wood floor. Dark blue leather pants hug his long legs while a tight, light blue, short sleeve shirt shows off his lean chest. He is being followed by a slightly shorter sandy blonde boy with bright brown eyes. His bare feet make no sound as he walks into the room pulling down his sleeveless red shirt to touch the top of his tight fitting blue jeans.

“Well, I can only guess what you two were doing.” Marik says looking at the sandy blonde.

“Its none of your business what we were doing.” The brunette says, sending a glare at the tall blonde.

“Enough you two.” Yami speaks from behind Yugi.

“That's Seto.” Yugi points to the boy with ice blue eyes. “And that's Joey.” He motions to the sandy blonde who waves and smiles at the two.

“Hey.” Joey moves away from Seto and approaches Ryou. “Nice to meet you….”

“Ryou.” Yugi says.

“Ryou.” Joey finishes. “Whoa, you're just like them.” He points at Malik and Yugi.

“What do you mean?” Ryou starts to feel comfortable around the smaller boys since the three others have moved off to the side to talk quietly.

“You and Bakura. Where is he anyway?” Joey asks Yugi.

“He's not here yet.”

“What about me and Bakura?”

“You'll be amazed at how similar you two look. Like me and Marik. Or Yugi and Yami.” Malik continues to rub his belly. He notices that Ryou keeps looking at it. “You want to feel?”

Widening his eyes, Ryou shakes his head. “No, I mean. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm sorry.”

“It's okay. Raia likhen hen people rub him.”

“Raia?”

“That's his name.” Malik looks down at his belly.

“You know it's a he?” Ryou slowly lets his hand drift to Malik's stomach. Barely touching the soft material of his shirt.

“All the babies are boys. No one really knows why or how. That's just how its always been.” Yugi says from the side.

“How far are you?” Ryou takes back his hand.

“Almost seven months. He's bigger than normal but I am yingying Marik's child.” The three boys laugh. Ryou chuckles softly, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

“Laughing at us again?” Yami asks as he comes to stand beside Yugi.

“Always.” Yugi giggles as he is given a light kiss on the cheek.

Ryou looks nervously back and forth between the boys. All looking at him. He fidgets again with the hem of his shirt.

“You don' have to worry, Ryou. We have decide what will become of you.” Yami says.

“You are going to be a gift. A personal slave for a Majestic.” Seto slides an arm around Joey's waist.

“You will be given to Bakura.” Marik states.

TBC
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