Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Everyone can Love ❯ Sorrow and Tears ( Chapter 3 )

[Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or any mythology.]

(Well, since this is R rated I can't do much yaoi-wise. But I'll try to give it a shot.)

A being touched down upon the ground, careful to not leave any markings or traces. Looking around a little, he then walked toward an abandoned trailer which had been partially destroyed.

The creature then opened the door slowly, to find nothing but pieces of rubble and cobwebs inside. Sensing that his target was located in another room, the being began walking towards a totally decimated bedroom.

A couple of rats had been scurrying around the ruins, but noticing the individual hastily dashed back to their holes.

The being grinned slightly, and as he did the moonlight shone off of two small deadly-looking fangs. He knelt down at a pile of rubble and began sifting through it, looking for his objective. Finally seeing it, the vampire then picked the object up, and rubbed the dirt off it.

The item blazed with golden radiance, slightly deterring its finder. The creature, narrowing his eyes nevertheless pocketed the object within his cloak.

Exiting the burned trailer, the vampire took off into the night sky, the puzzle-like item dangling from his waist.

Back to the traveling caravan, in Yugi's new trailer:

Yami laid Yugi down upon the bed, while engulfing Yugi's mouth with a passionate kiss. Yugi returned the kiss with equal vigor, and then slightly opened his mouth, giving Yami the opportunity he wanted.

Yami's tongue pushed Yugi's mouth, all the while exploring each sweet crevice of Yugi's mouth. Yugi moaned at Yami's kissing, then started undoing the buttons on Yami's silk shirt, exposing his partner's strong muscular chest.

Yami slowly undid Yugi's shirt as well, starting to make a trail of kisses along his lover's neck, going downwards. Yugi gave a short gasp as Yami gently bit his nipple, whimpering at Yami's actions.

With one hand Yami started to playfully rub Yugi's tanned discs, and with the other started to slowly remove Yugi's leather pants.

"Yami, how do you know every sensitive spot on me?" moaned Yugi.

Yami gave a tender smile to his aibou, "It is because we are not only linked together now by body, but also in spirit and mind."

Yami's affectionate hands began to stroke Yugi's inner thighs, eliciting a yelp from Yugi. The feeling of their arousals rubbing together made Yugi blush a even more crimson color than Yami's beautiful red eyes.

The taller of the two lovers planted a small kiss upon Yugi's forehead. "I love you Yugi, no matter what happens I will always love you."

The smaller tri-colored haired boy smiled as well. "And I too Yami. You will always have my heart."

Yami proceeded then to start to do away with Yugi's boxers......

A hard knock to the door shattered both lovers back to reality. "Hey, Yami! I know you're in there! Open up you baka!"

Yami muttered a short curse, then after putting his tight leather pants back on opened the trailer door.

(So close........ I know. But restrictions apply to R-rated fics.)

Before Yami stood a cloaked man, undistinguishable in body by his disguise but noticeable to Yami by his two dark-looking brown eyes. The cloaked person then proceeded to yank Yami off his feet, out into the trailer patio.

"I've a need to speak with you alone, no puny shrimp listening in on us," the stranger spoke in a gruff voice, motioning toward a confused Yugi inside the trailer. Yami gritted his teeth.

"Watch who you're calling a shrimp Bakura, never insult him again, got it? That shrimp happens to be Yugi, my boyfriend!" Yami nearly exploded at the man.

Bakura removed his hood, exposing his untidy and grizzled hair, his slightly noticeable fangs and piercing dark eyes. "Fine, have it your way baka. I've more important things to speak of then your boyfriend; I've gotten word that werewolves are following your camp, just waiting to strike tomorrow."

Yami stared suspiciously at the white-haired vampire. "How am I supposed to believe that? You've always spoke of tall-tales when we were younger, I have no reassurance that you're speaking the truth."

"Listen to me, damn it! I swear by Satan's fang, if you do not quicken this caravan's travel pace you will all be dead the day after tomorrow, including your precious lover," yelled Bakura defiantly.

Yugi's gentle voice spoke up from inside the trailer. "Who's going to be dead tomorrow? Yami, who are you talking to?"

Yami quickly replied, "Nothing, it just another old friend of mine." Yami then grabbed Bakura's collar and hoisted him up belligerently.

"Hold your voice down, Bakura. I do not want Yugi to be knowing of any of this, you got that Bakura? Don't tell him a word."

Bakura gave an imperious sneer at the other vampire. "Hah, just as I had thought, you haven't told him squat have you? Just like last time."

Yami flashed a dangerous look at Bakura, "Have you told Ryou of your true-being yet Bakura, I didn't think so.

"Do not change the subject Yami, you're treading upon dangerous ground there," Bakura said as his eyes turned even more icy and cold. "Listen to me Yami, I may not be that strong of a vampire but I do have a special talent which you do not, the telling of the future. You will DIE if you do not heed my warning."

(They're great friends, aren't they?)

Yami still refused to believe Bakura. "Give me one good reason on why I should listen to you."

Bakura spat on the ground to the side of them, and then handed Yami a small lump of powder. "Here's your proof, found it on the back of your very own trailer."

Yami slowly examined the powder, rubbing it between his fingers. "Is this real woad Bakura? The w-o-a-d, the powder that attracts werewolves?" Bakura gave Yami a short nod.

Yami threw down the powder. We need to get out of here; I need to speak with the caravan leader now."

As Bakura watched Yami run quickly away, he noticed the brush beside him slightly moving. With an annoyed shout Bakura leapt into the brush and pulled out an exact duplicate of himself out with him. "Damn it, Ryou! You followed me all the way here didn't you?"

Ryou gave a terrified nod. "I'm so sorry Bakura. Really, I am. But I couldn't sit there while knowing you might be somewhere else in danger."

Bakura grabbed the collar of Ryou's white shirt. "Listen to me, "koi", I don't need your help, and I will never need your help. I'm perfectly fine by myself, and unfortunately now I have to take care of an additional brat."

Bakura punched Ryou in the smaller white-haired boy's gut; then left Ryou's crumpled body down upon the ground. Bakura shook off the impulse that he had done something wrong, and walked away.

Ryou clutched his throbbing stomach, a crystal tear fell from one of his bright chocolate eyes and down onto the ground.

Diary of Seto Kaiba:

November 14, 2004:

Well, after being pulled from my dinner by Yami, forced to flee throughout on FOOT while starving, and while being chased by werewolves; I'll be taking a long vacation after this incident.

We've been running nonstop, all forty-seven of us archeologists and disguised vampires alike. It was quite amusing however to see Bakura drag Ryou upon the ground for a good half-mile.

Bakura was right. I sense werewolves behind us as well. And there are quite a lot of them too, twenty-three at my last count. There's also a creature among the werewolves that I can't discern. Better watch out for that one.

Well, at least we're only about sixty miles away from our destination, Averon. Yami unfortunately has resisted my attempts to just fly away and leave these human losers to be eaten.

Anyways, I hope to still be in pieces to write my next pointless journal entry. Werewolves are one serious bunch of animals. Me, Yami, Bakura, Yugi, Malik, Honda, and the sniveling dog have armed ourselves in case this comes down to the worst.

Seto Kaiba

Nine-o-clock at night................

"That's it. We stop here," yelled Malik between pants. "Half of us cannot run any further."

Bakura gave a mean growl. "Oh, I'm sure those werewolves will appreciate that decision a lot. We can't stop, Egyptian boy."

An ear-splitting howl froze everyone's bodies, sending a deep freezing chill down each person's spine. Several more yowls accompanied the first, sending Bakura into a near frenzy. "Great, now it's too late anyways. That's it, I'm out of here."

Yami grabbed Bakura's hair. "You aren't going anywhere, scaredy-cat. You're staying here until the end."

Bakura wrestled his hair away from Yami's grip. "I'm not scared Yami, I just think the end a little sooner than you think. I'll bet you those werewolves are in full form now, and only a few miles away. They'll be here in minutes."

Yami nodded to Honda, "Honda, retreat with the rest of the camp to Averon at full-pace. I and the other designated fighters will hold them as long as we can." Honda gave a quick nod, and kept on running down the road, along with the rest of the caravan.

Yugi gave a slight fearful look at Yami, to which Yami placed his hand reassuringly upon Yugi's shoulder. "Don't worry; we both will get through this."

Jounouchi, Yugi, and Malik stood in a line with rifles loaded with silver bullets, while Seto, Yami, and Bakura were lined up in front of them, hand-to-hand weapons raised.

Each fighter began to glance around the surrounding area, not knowing where their enemy would strike. Sweat began to bead down their necks as the howls grew ever closer to their position.

Yami gave Yugi one last small hug, and then lifted up his sword toward the direction of the howls. Bakura scanned the countryside, taking note of dark shapes from many sides that were coming closer. "Great, they've formed a semicircle on our position."

Yami telepathically talked to both Seto and Bakura, warning them not to reveal any vampire powers.

(Sucks doesn't it, having to act easy on a creature that can already tear you limb from limb.)

Suddenly a shot rippled the silence, smoke poured from Yugi's rifle as an empty cartridge hit the ground. Bakura was furious. "You just wasted just like that. Why I ought to-"

A huge werewolf let a tremendous yelp after being hit, blood streamed from an open wound upon its chest. The werewolf then began to charge toward the group, as well as twenty others who broke cover as well.

Jounouchi, Yugi, and Malik got only a few shots off before the werewolves fell upon them. "Hold, Hold!" Yami yelled. A werewolf let out a tremendous swipe at the vampire, which Yami dodged and then propelled his sword forward.

The werewolf caught the blade, and gruffly sent a punch which made Yami fall sprawling. Yugi tried to run to Yami's aid, but was blocked by two other of the creatures.

Jounouchi threw a blade at an attacking werewolf, which caught the monster upon the shoulder, but it kept on coming. Sheathing a spear, Jounouchi parried the werewolf's claws with the weapon, but was knocked to the ground by another werewolf.

As both werewolves leapt upon him, Seto came, slamming his own body into the werewolves, hitting them away from the blond haired boy. "Thanks......." Jounouchi managed to mumble before both he and Seto were attacked by more monsters.

Bakura meanwhile was having trouble. Cornered by four werewolves, Bakura glanced uneasily as each. Suddenly Bakura let out a burst of energy as the werewolves attacked him, stunning each individual creature.

Luckily, all the human fighters were too busy to notice the radiant energy, but Seto and Yami gave looks to Bakura that could kill; Yami shouted at Bakura every human and vampire curse that he knew telepathically at the white-haired vampire. Bakura shrugged it off, and proceeded to stab each petrified werewolf.

Two werewolves had bounded past the group of warriors toward the main fleeing caravan. "Malik, go after those two werewolves, will ya? The rest of us are currently kinda occupied," Jounouchi hollered. Malik began to sprint after the twin werewolves, his rifle in hand.

Two beings, both werewolves, stood watching the battle from a far hill. One was a normal red-eyed werewolf, however the only other werewolf possessed bright emerald yes. The blood-eyed werewolf began to speak in a barely translatable tone. "Masghter rwants te shmall thee-cololled harred boy."

"Yes, I know. How about I get the boy, you kill the vampire," the other creature replied. The other werewolf bared his six-inch long teeth and started bounding towards Yami, while the emerald-eyed werewolf took off towards Yugi.

Yami turned to face the newcomer, who opened his humungous jaw, exposing every sharp tooth the werewolf had. The werewolf whipped his mouth towards Yami's jugular vein, with the intent to rip Yami's neck out.

Yami delivered two sharp kicks into the werewolf's side, then grabbed the great hide of the creature and tossed it. It landed harshly, but easily managed to regain its footing.

The werewolf's crimson eyes suddenly seemed to emit light, and Yami fell back, his mind dazed. The werewolf jumped into the air with the intent to slam and kill the bewildered vampire. Dozens of bullets hit the werewolf as both Jounouchi and Bakura unleashed a fury of cartridges at the fiend.

(Mental attacks are cool, aren't they?)

His eyes emitted a desperate last flash of light, but then the werewolf toppled down the hill, dead as a doornail. Yami gradually got up, but then his mind flickered again back to reality, realizing that Yugi was nowhere to be found!

Yami glanced around desperately, seeing nothing of Yugi except broken remnants of Yugi's swords. Then Yami's sharp eyes spotted some werewolf tracks that led away from the battlefield, one of Yugi's precious hairs lining the mud footprint. Before anyone could stop him, Yami dashed as fast as he could after the footprints.

Jounouchi made a move to chase after the crazed Yami, but Seto halted him. "You can't stop Yami now, its best that we just go to Averon now; we are in no condition to give chase. Besides, we have to make sure of what happened to those two werewolves chasing after the caravan."

Drooping his head downward, Jounouchi breathed a sigh in defeat. Too tired to make any retort, Jounouchi began to make the long march to Averon, along with Seto and Bakura.

Not caring of the dense brush and trees in his way, Yami flew in and between the barriers of the forest. "Curse you to hell Yami! How could you forget about Yugi, and be so stupid to leave him alone, to fight werewolves no less? I promised Yugi I would always be there for him. Please, please, Yugi be here. I beg of you."

Yami suddenly paused his flight, his eyes darting towards a huge cliff that was in his way................ and where the footprints suddenly ended.

The vampire closed his dark eyes in sorrow, but then reopened them and started to examine the area. Yami looked behind every tree, checked every crevice of the cliff, but he had found nothing. Desperation had nearly pushed him to the edge when he noticed something caught in a branch of a tree.

Yami flew towards the object, which happened to be a small slip of paper as Yami drew closer.

He opened the slip of paper, and it reads as follows:

Dear Yami,

I know what it is you seek, and I know how you can receive him back. Meet me at the cemetery of Khurkvan November 24, at 6:00 pm, not later not earlier. There we will "bargain", to which you might receive your lover back, or you will not.

Sincerely, The Impaler

Yami let out an angry yell into the sky. Tears began to fall from the ancient vampire's crimson eyes.

(The Impaler is another of the many nicknames of Yami's enemy.)

Jounouchi tried to make a smile, he had finally reached Averon. His honey eyes were drowsy beyond measure, all he wanted to do was sleep. Honda however, after hearing of Yugi and Yami's predicament, asked for Seto, Bakura, and him to come to the hospital wing.

"Come on, he's in here," Honda gestured toward the far end of the infirmary.

"Who the fuck are you talking about, Honda. Malik's fine, I saw him while coming into Averon. What game are you playing?" asked Bakura harshly.

Honda gave Bakura a cold stare, and showed him and well as the Seto and Jounouchi a patient who was lying upon a hospital bed.

Seto snapped his eyes shut and looked away, Bakura's stolid face crumbled into despair and anguish, and Jounouchi could do nothing but collapse onto his knees.

Upon the bed lay the still form of Ryou Bakura, two werewolf bite marks upon the white haired boy's neck.

[Sorry for the depressing chapter. Don't worry. The other chapters won't be this pessimistic. Anyways, please review.]