Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Firemoth ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Xpyne: Hey! In case you didn't already know, I have a slight obsession with vampy and mermy fix [vampire and mermaid fix].

Yuugi: Only slight??

Xpyne: -__-;; well, I figured it's about time I wrote and posted some of my own. Solitaire isn't so big on the Alternate Universe stuff, so this fic is just by me. But of course Soli beta-ed for me and was my sounding board for crazy ideas and has helped steer this in what is hopefully an original and actually interesting direction.

Yuugi: Good luck, Xpy-chan.

Xpyne: ^__^' This is a *YAOI* AU vampy Yu-gi-oh fic rated 'R' for excessive language, violence, some sexual content, and adult situations. Oh, and if some of it a little confusing at first, that's just because I like to make up my idea of cool jargon...most of it gets explained as the story progresses. Except the part that explains 'Firemoth' hasn't been written yet...um, well, I hope you like it anyway. *^^* So there's no confusion, Bakura is Egypty!Bakura, so in other words he's buffer, tan, has a little shorter hair and green eyes. Everyone else is their usual hot selves.

My inspirations for this fic include: the Matrix, Snow Crash (novel by Neal Stephenson), Vampire Hunter D, actress Peta Wilson from LXG, and of course Solitaire.

Disclaimer: The plot is totally mine....well, my usual partner in crime Solitaire helped some, too. But I unfortunately don't own the rights to any of my aforementioned inspirations or Yu-Gi-Oh!

Yuugi: Please R&R!!

Firemoth

Chapter 1

By Xpyne

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"You actually found a Tracker? In this neighborhood??"

"Yes."

"....How old?"

"Sixteen."

"Sixteen!? How the fuck did a Tracker live to be fucking sixteen years old in this fuckin' infested city??"

Kaiba ignored his partner and concentrated on driving. If the ass had done his homework, as Kaiba had to the extent bordering on obsessive, he would know the city hadn't started becoming infested until three years ago, coincidentally right around the time this kid had moved here. Because that's what Trackers do. They attract vampires.

"So how's she doing it? Staying alive, that is. Friends with a slayer?"

"He," Kaiba corrected.

"Oh. Well, that might explain some--"

"Shut up, will you? Read the goddamn report; I'm driving." As if to punctuate his statement, Kaiba swerved violently around a utility, double armored, six inch Kevlar-titanium polymer plated blood truck. His platinum haired partner sighed, disdainfully pulling out the thick black bound file. It hadn't been so thick before Kaiba had added all his little notes...most of which Bakura had doubts as to their usefulness.

[Was it really necessary to note that....] Bakura skimmed through the report laced with Kaiba's narrow scrawling handwriting [... "Mutou Yuugi" has violet eyes?? Really...] Bakura studied the brief description of the boy Tracker. [No picture? Damn, why do we work with such idiots...don't even have a fucking picture of the little bitch we're after. Shouldn't be too hard, though. How many purple eyed, tri-color haired, short teens roam Etnemaa, or anywhere else for that matter?]

All Trackers, according to records, since a living Tracker over five years old hasn't been found in 38 years, have certain traits in common: one, they're physically slight; two, they radiate innocence like a bad 1950s sitcom; three, they're remarkably trusting, naïve, gullible, etc. Hence the reason they drop like flies in today's modern world--that, and the fact they're better vampire magnets than an overturned blood truck. Bakura finished leafing through the file in time to clutch the dashboard as Kaiba narrowly avoided would-be-fatal collision number 18 today. He was glad Kaiba's control issues included always being the driver of their semi-automatic intelligence equipped battle armored terrain vehicle, that Bakura (to Kaiba's irritation) fondly referred to as "the Vamp Van"; Bakura hated the vigilante freeway traffic. Besides, he trusted his anal brunette friend would get them where they were going safely or die trying.

"We almost there yet?" The white haired slayer was eying the dying sun, its last blood red rays silhouetting the cluster of skyscrapers in the distance that marked Etnemaa City.

"Yes...but we'll never get there before the sun sets," Kaiba sighed. They both knew it would be pointless to try and contact the Tracker at night; the kid would take them for vampires, run like hell, and probably attract a lot of the real deal before Kaiba and Bakura could catch him, assuming they could catch him; Trackers can't make it to their teens without learning how to escape from the most evil creatures that roam the earth. Traffic was becoming much lighter as they neared the borders of Etnemaa; not many people dared to come and go from an infested city.

"So what do we really know about this guy? And aren't Trackers usually girls?"

"Not much, and no. Female Trackers just seem more prevalent because they bitch a helluva lot more about being tracked than male ones. Or at least they did. Before the leeches killed them all."

"Ah, well then. So who wised up to there being a Tracker in Etnemaa? Jounouchi?"

"I thought you read the report."

"'K. Like I want to waste my time going over a report you could recite to me verbatim." Kaiba scowled.

"We're close..." By now they'd reached broken urban streets, so the lanky brunette slowed down to an appropriate 72 mph. The last dregs of sunlight were receding from the ghetto, leaving cool darkness in its stead. Kaiba pulled sharply down a narrow avenue, heading for a battered apartment building nearby. Squealing into the complex's gravel parking lot, Kaiba abruptly brought their vehicle to a stop. "Intelligence thinks he lives here."

"Oh, Intelligence thinks so," he mocked. "Since when have those morons ever known what they were talking about? If you're taking directions from Intelligence, I'm beginning to doubt our little perp is even in friggin' Etnemaa." Kaiba glared at the pale haired teen. There was a long silence. Finally, the blue eyed boy gave in.

"Okay, fine. Intelligence has no fucking clue. I think he lives here."

"I knew it. So when do we make our move--dawn?" Kaiba nodded, glad his partner accepted his instincts without question. Kaiba had aerial canvassed the city, charting vampire activity for the last two months, deciphering erratic feeding patterns until he had come up with a double elliptic movement pattern, including two main focal points: one, an exclusive red eye club named Drip Crell; two, this crappy apartment building. The Tracker had to be here. Now all they had to do was wait, and hope for a quiet night.

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Mutou Yuugi yawned, awakening to a crimson-tinted room. He sat up, sighing, remaining still as he watched the dulled sun sink lower and lower, the bloodied color sliding out of his room through the western window. Another night was on its way. Yuugi snapped out of his inaction, rushing to get dressed in the brief twilight time. He tried not to think of what might have happened had he awoken any later.

He pulled on durable black pants, throwing off the tee-shirt he slept in and yanked on a tight black buckled top. He hurriedly strapped on his vital protectors: a thick collar, wrist cuffs, and thigh straps, all made out of a light weight, Kevlar based polymer fabric and stainless steel buckles. Their purpose was to shield Yuugi's much sought after arteries, plus they looked pretty cool. He didn't know why, but vampires had always been after him. He used to move around a lot, trying to stay one step ahead of the murderous seducers who seemed to come out of the woodwork whenever he settled down somewhere. That was, until he moved to Etnemaa.

There was a vampire in Etnemaa, a powerful, ancient one, who recognized what he was, and how to exploit it. Yugi shuddered, recalling his first meeting with the ancient one. He had been thirteen at the time: his voice had just changed, his jii-chan had just been murdered, and his life had been going from bad to worse. If he thought he was tracked before he hit puberty, it was nothing compared to afterwards. Once a monthly affair, fending off leeches became a nightly trial. It had just become too much. His first week in Etnemaa, no less than four vampires had cornered him, seeking his body and his blood. What they found so freaking attractive about his skinny-little-boy frame was beyond Yuugi, but it was like every bloodsucker around not only could find him in a heartbeat, but wanted some kind of indecent "reward" for successfully locating him.

The night he was trapped, the faceless demons closing in on him, touching him, wanting him, he had thought he would die, regardless of his father's blood in his veins. But they stopped. Reluctantly, to be sure, but they had. Something more powerful than their bloodlust made them stop. It had been the ancient one, his presence settling over them like a cool fog, commanding obedience. They night stalkers dispersed, assuming as Yuugi had, that the ancient one coveted the adolescent for himself. What the ancient one had offered, however, was far from anything Yuugi had expected.

"Come work for me."

"Wha-what??" he'd stuttered fearfully. The ancient one was silent for a long time, so long Yuugi began to think he might have forgotten he was still cowering against the alley wall.

"...You have a rare gift. You have what 'we' want." The ancient one felt it, too. He turned to meet Yuugi's wide, frightened eyes, the cool detachment he spoke with contrasted greatly by the flaming desire evident in his pale blue eyes. "My people will devour you soon, unless you would like to enter my protection." The powerful vampire actually smiled somewhat. "Don't look at me so; it's not what you're thinking. No vampire will be allowed to touch you--myself included--as long as you are in my service." Yuugi thought about the proposal, extremely aware he had no one in the world to turn to now that his grandfather was gone...it was his fault ji-chan was dead. He brought death or damnation to any human he associated with. How would he eat? Where would he live? How would he ever work a normal job, assuming he could even find one at age 13 before he starved, when he had to stay up until dawn running from night stalkers? He didn't have a lot of choices.

"...What do I have to do?"

A knock at the door startled Yuugi from his reminiscence.

"Yuugi?" a muffled voice sounded from the other side of the heavy door.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Yuugi tried to sound tough, but fear leaked through anyway. He may be under protection, but every few months some jerk would get the idea he could convince Yuugi to let him or her draw from him. They hadn't succeeded yet, but every time it happened, it scared Yuugi to death.

"...I'm from the club. Pegasus sent me to escort you; rumor has it a Darkness is in town." Yuugi was already slipping out the back window, ret gun clutched in hand. He didn't know what a 'Darkness' was, but Pegasus never sent escorts; the man didn't trust them.

Yuugi slunk down the fire escape, climbing as quietly as possible. With luck, the vampire wouldn't get wise until Yuugi'd reached the sidewalk, where he could at least maneuver some. He paused, listening intently. The goon was still pounding on his door a few stories up. Yuugi dropped the last few feet to the alley below.

"Unh!" he landed with a grunt. He backed into a wall immediately, gun raised and ready. He scanned the dark alley with abnormally sharp eyes, looking for any possible attackers. His heart was pounding fit to burst, and his breathing seemed far too loud in the silent alley. Deciding it was as safe as it was going to get, Yuugi broke into a run, heading for the Drip Crell.

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"What do you think?" Bakura looked up from ret gun he'd been fiddling with to follow Kaiba's gaze. A trio of shady looking characters in vinyl trenches were striding down the dirty street, their coat tails fluttering eerily, flashing every so often under the lamp posts' cracked yellow lights. The small group entered a rust streaked side door of the building the pair was watching.

"Well, they're obviously vampires, so you must mean 'what do I think they're doing'? But they're obviously doing what we thought they'd do: go after our little sweet tart. So you must really mean 'what do I think we should do about it'?" Bakura paused, then, and taking Kaiba's silence for confirmation, continued. "I think we should wait and see what happens. No need to alert a city full of vamps two slayers are in town..." Kaiba was already unbuckled and loading his holster with various slayer weapons and tools.

"...you know, stick with the plan...assume Tracker boy can take care of himself one more night...why do you even ask me?" Kaiba looked up, as if noticing Bakura for the first time, responding as if Bakura had never said a word.

"I think we should investigate. I'm not losing the first teenage Tracker in 38 years the night we find him. We need him for 'the plan' to succeed." The blue-eyed boy was already getting out of the van.

"Oh, okay, let's go!" Bakura said with sarcastic enthusiasm. He snatched up his weapon holster and his illegally altered ret gun, jumping out of his passenger side. He slammed the door shut, activating the Apollock. If anyone so much as touched their car, a cheerful four second flash of blinding sunlight would radiate from the hull, annoying humans and killing vampires in their tracks. He jogged to catch up with his leggy partner, hastily clasping on his utility belt and adjusting his three foot long katana strapped to his back.

They reached the entrance the vampires had disappeared into. Kaiba unsheathed is own lengthy sword, holding it extended at crotch level, muscular arms relaxed yet ready to strike. The shorter teen shook his head ruefully, shoulder length white locks fluttering lightly before settling around his tan, handsome face, whipping out a silenced HK-5 with silver alloy bullets as his weapon of choice.

"You know, I'm starting to think you're only happy when you're about to kill something," he shot, smirking. Kaiba turned his head slightly to Bakura, a rare ear-splitting grin playing on his sexy lips. He quirked his dark, slender eyebrows.

"It took you till now to figure that out?"

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Bakura held up his hand, the signal for Kaiba to stop. The green eyed teen peered around a drywalled corner, HK-5 raised in his other hand. The three vampires, two male and a female, were congregating outside the apartment door at the end of the hallway. They had no visible weapons, but of course their coats could be hiding numerous arsenal beneath them. There was a quiet murmuring going on, indecipherable due to the fact one male was hammering on the door. Bakura motioned for the brunette to get ready to attack.

Kaiba nodded, his silver sword glistening in the moonlight streaming through a broken window. Just as Bakura was debating how to proceed, the vampire pounding on the door apparently got annoyed by the lack of response, as he kicked it down. The three blood suckers moved quickly into the room and muttered curses and the sounds of overturning furniture could be heard from the hallway.

[He's not there.] Bakura thought. [If the kid has any sense, knowing what he is, he'd have gotten the hell out of here as soon as these three got within 50 feet of him. Either that, or he's hiding, but he'd have to be some kind of stupid to think that they wouldn't--] His train of thought was abruptly derailed as Kaiba darted past him to the other side of the narrow hallway and pressed himself against the wall, peering around the corner and through the open doorway to the small apartment. The brunette caught his gaze pointedly and jerked his head in the direction of the open room. A slightly insane grin spread over Bakura's face and he nodded. Time to show three nobodies the meaning of the word 'bloodlust.'

Akiko watched in disgust as Kimo and Lalo tore apart the small, dingy apartment. Lalo, who'd broke down the door, knocked over a lamp.

"Fucking idiots! Master Pegasus specifically said, 'DON'T fuck up his house!' I would think--the back window," she stopped ranting to point out the ajar window. She strode over to it, yanking it open, hanging her head out of it. "I see him!" She turned to her partners in time to see Lalo's head burst open. "Shit!" Akiko threw herself out the window, cursing.

Inside, Lalo was staggering to his feet, a quarter of his head missing and his jaw working in anger. Before he could even regain his bearings, a flash of silver spilt him in two, the wielder of the raging sword swinging back with the momentum of his fatal blow, white cloak billowing out like a thing alive.

Kimo leapt out from his cover to confront the slayer, firing his semi-automatic with vigor. But the sword swinging assailant seemed to have melted into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as he'd swooped down on them. A flutter of white caught his peripheral vision and Kimo whipped around, firing enthusiastically into whispering curtains, billowing as if a breeze had just swept them up in the still night. Sweat rolled down his temple. He was all alone with Lalo's body. Loud, echoing laughter swelled out of the shadows, making his skin crawl.

"Show yourself, you fucking slayer!" he spat, gun quavering minutely in his grasp as he rotated around the room, throwing glances over his shoulders nervously.

"What's the matter?" a deep voice whispered manically behind him. Kimo was turned in a millisecond, firing off a few rounds. "Don't you want to play?" It came from the left now and Kimo craned his head, desperate to catch a glimpse of the owner of the chilling laugh. A black heel made contact with his hand, relieving him of his weapon, and a fist swung up out of the dark. Kimo threw himself to the side, dodging the blow and aiming a supernaturally strong fist of his own at the white haired assassin. There was nothing slight about the insanity of his smile now. The boy arched his lithe body back, avoiding Kimo with ease. Before the pointy haired thug knew what was happening, a hard palm had made contact with his temple and he was on the ground, clutching his head. A peal of sadistic laughter filled the room as Kimo clamored to his knees, fumbling for his gun. The curtains were swinging again in the windless dark, and a strange beeping was getting faster and faster. The large vampire looked down, confused. A small, many faceted black cube was blinking a tiny red light.

"Oh, fu--"

Bakura snickered as blinding burst of daylight flared briefly from the window above him. He moved down the fire escape so quickly it appeared as if he was falling, leaping gracefully into the alley below. He took off running in the direction he'd seen Kaiba tear after the woman. With any luck, this stunt would win the little Tracker's trust and make their recruiting job a lot easier. Firemoth was going to be near impossible without a Tracker.

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Kaiba chased after the vampiress in the red trench coat. She called out to the small figure sprinting ahead of them as if she knew him.

"Yuugi! Stop! Pegasus sent--" Kaiba shot at her with a silenced 9mm, hitting her shoulder and causing her to cry out. She snarled, glancing back at him with piercing green eyes. She swung her leg up in a drop kick, intending to take the head off the stupid mortal who dared interfere. A strong hand around her ankle said otherwise. Kaiba twisted it with a satisfying crack before throwing it from him. She screamed, her dark red coat flaring up like wings. She leapt at him, fangs bared, but a pistol whip to the face sent her flying into a brick wall. Getting to her feet she hissed, "Listen, fucker, I don't have time for this--"

Kaiba drew his four foot long sword. Akiko's eyes widened, then she smirked. "Good luck trying to use that on a Darkness." Throwing up her wine colored coat tails, she disappeared into the shadows, cold laughter echoing in her leave.

Kaiba growled, running down the street once more. A darkened alley caught his attention. Granted it was between to five story buildings, it was still far too black to be natural. Pulling out a flare gun, he approached the dark fog that encompassed the area and shot into it.

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Yuugi ran, and he ran, and he ran some more. Seconds after he'd escaped his home, he'd heard a horrible commotion, including what sounded like gunshots. Needless to say, he was very freaked out. He could hear the pounding of heels in the distance, gaining on him.

"Yuugi! Stop! Pegasus sent--ah!"

Yuugi dived behind a broken car on blocks near another alley for cover. He could hear the woman growling something; was another vampire confronting her? Yuugi wasn't about to waste any time finding out. He scrambled to his feet and sprinted as fast as he could manage down a narrow, deserted alley. Suddenly, the already dark alley went pitch black, the air thickening to a murky fog. Yuugi skidded to a halt, whipping his spiked head around wildly in fear. His breathing rasped, white smoke escaping his quivering lips into the icy night. Chest heaving, he strained his wide violet eyes, trying to see through the deathly still darkness. Only extremely powerful vampires can change the very atmosphere around them, and even the ancient one hadn't compelled the air to become so frozen. He shivered, a mixture of fear and cold making him feel sick. A light thud marked the arrival of whatever caused this darkness.

Yuugi began backing away from the approaching footsteps, his heart pounding into his ribcage. A low, smooth voice commanded, "Stop," as easily as if it was asking for the time. Yuugi froze, eyes impossibly large. A slender form slid out of the gloom, black cloak flowing around him like liquid shadows.

"Hmmm..." the vampire lifted his gaze, piercing red eyes capturing Yuugi's. Blonde bangs framing his face fluttered from his breath as he spoke. "What may I call you, hikari-chan?" His voice was seduction, his body seemed to glide rather than walk, and Yuugi was transfixed. He couldn't find his voice; only his eyes appeared to be working, following the graceful form that was steadily coming closer and closer.

The dark spirit moved into Yuugi's personal space, never breaking eye contact. To the smaller boy's surprise, the vampire wasn't much larger than he, only about a head taller, if that. The dark one had eyes that nearly glowed with intensity and hair similar to Yuugi's own, spiked blood, black, and blonde.

The vamp sighed dreamily, closing his fiery eyes and ghosting his slender hands over Yuugi's shoulders. The violet eyed one tensed, trembling. The taller one leaned in, sliding his tongue over Yuugi's jaw towards his ear. A hand reached up, unbuckling the heavy collar around his neck. The action snapped Yuugi back to his senses and his hand shot up, capturing a slim wrist. The vampire flicked open his crimson eyes, exhaling faintly against the teen's exposed flesh. He lowered his hand, using his other to pull Yuugi's grasp off it. He put the boy's hand on his chest. Beneath the thin black leather under his flowing cape, Yuugi could feel a heartbeat pounding. Without warning, lips attached themselves to his neck and arms snaked around him, drawing him tightly against his captor.

[This is it. This is where I die.] Oddly, he still couldn't find the power to react, to fight back, to throw off this bloodsucker as he had many in the past. But the bite didn't come. Only kisses assaulted his neck, amid the enthusiastic laving of a hot, wet tongue. Hands slid gently over his body, exploring every curve. A tickling breath hit his ear as the vampire murmured, "I love your neck." Yuugi panted, something other than fear coiling in the pit of his stomach at the adoring tone.

"Ah-are you going to kill me?" A soft laugh escaped the kiss swollen lips of the dark creature. He leaned back so he could resume eye contact, his hands curling around Yuugi's hips.

"Not tonight..." the dark one dipped down slowly, his lips brushing against Yuugi's so lightly he wasn't sure if it counted as a kiss or not. A surprisingly warm hand tilted Yuugi's head upwards, gently pressing his petal soft mouth against the dark seducer's. A hiss shot through the silence and Yuugi found himself being thrown down to the street as a burning light ripped overhead where they'd stood a mere moment ago. With a snarl the darkness had lifted and Yuugi was alone, a UV flare sizzling beside him on the ground. Someone was racing toward him, but violet eyed teen couldn't find the energy to get up, much less run any more. He closed his eyes, willing himself to become invisible.

A large hand gripped his throat and turned his head roughly to one side, then the other.

"You're unmarked." Kaiba grimaced, wiping what he knew could only be vampire spit off his hand. [Looks like I got here just in time.] Large, amethyst eyes peeked open to see a devastatingly handsome man kneeling over him, vivid blue eyes peering at him through a chestnut fringe.

"W-who're you?" a soft voice questioned, his hands quickly refastening his neck belt. The boy tried to sit up. Kaiba grabbed his shoulders and helped him. Yuugi snatched up his ret gun and shoved it in the holster on his thigh.

"You alright?" the blue eyed one questioned coolly, looking the boy up and down. It was hard to believe the kid was sixteen; he looked much younger. He was also much better looking than Kaiba had pictured him. When the report's rumored description had included short, tri-color haired, and skinny, the brunette hadn't thought beautiful would apply as well. He supposed it figured, though. Trackers supposedly made a whole race get hot and bothered, after all. But then again, that was just because of a rare genetic anomaly in their blood...

"Are you a slayer?" Kaiba's attention was drawn back to those wide, expressive eyes. He nodded. The UV flare beside them flickered and burnt out, leaving the pair in quiet darkness. Yuugi shivered and stood, wrapping his arms around himself. Kaiba rose beside him, his extreme, intimidating height becoming apparent. Yuugi gulped.

The diminutive one heard footsteps faintly in the distance. Someone else was coming. A moment later it appeared the brunette heard them as well, since Yuugi found himself being pushed behind the white cloaked slayer with one arm, the other simultaneously pulling out a long katana, already gleaming with vampire blood. The steps were almost to them now. A platinum haired teen in a black vinyl kimono skidded into the alley, gun extended in each hand. Yuugi started backing away, keeping his eyes on the dangerous looking teen.

Kaiba dropped his guard, but the boy running towards them shouted angrily, "Behind you, idiot!" Kaiba whirled in time to see Akiko drop down from a rooftop, her arms wrapping around Yuugi and yanking his head to the side, placing a gun to his temple. She hissed, fangs extending. Blood was trickling down the corner of her mouth, and for once it was her own.

"Get lost, Slayer. My master won't be too happy if you make me kill his pet," she growled. Backing up with a limp, she dragged Yuugi with her.

"I'm nobody's pet!" Yuugi yelled, struggling against the dark woman. "Let go!"

Kaiba narrowed his eyes, sizing up the vampiress. Bakura stopped beside his partner, sending him a death glare. "Good job," he muttered.

She was bluffing, and Kaiba knew it. He whipped out his gun and fired. Yuugi shrieked, throwing his hands over his face. Akiko collapsed behind him, bullet hole between her eyes and a look of mild shock on her face, gun still clasped in hand. Horror on his cherubic features splattered with her blood, Yuugi scrambled away from the dead night stalker. The tan teen raised a white eyebrow.

"Nice shot," he commented. Yuugi turned and ran. "Hey, wait! Mutou?" Yuugi streaked down the alley as fast as he could, grabbing a broken fire escape ladder near the end. He scaled the wrought iron deathtrap so quickly he'd disappeared onto the roof before either slayer had reached the bottom. Kaiba swore. Bakura was already climbing up in pursuit. The brunette took off down the alley to head the frightened teen off. When he reached the other side of the crumbling building, however, there was no one in sight. A silver 'KC' on his collar lit up. He touched it.

"Yeah?"

"\No sign of him. Fast little squirt.\"

"Nothing here either. Meet me at that broken light post. See it?" There was a pause.

"\Yeah. Over and out.\"

Three minutes later, Bakura approached the lanky brunette leaning against the darkened lamp post in a bored fashion. He pushed himself up by his shoulder and started walking when the other arrived. Bakura shoved silvery bangs out of his eyes.

"We fucked that one up. ...The bitch was talking about her master before you popped her one. Think he's a veep?"

"No." Neither said anything for a while.

"Why the hell not? It'd explain why he's still alive; he's some vampire's bitch," Bakura demanded impatiently. Having a prick for a partner could get annoying sometimes.

"I checked his neck before you showed up. He's untouched."

"Well, don't bore me with all the details already." Kaiba rolled his eyes. "So where are we going?"

"Clubbing."

"Hmm, good thing I'm wearing my sexy pants then."

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Xpyne: So what did y'all think? I'm terribly afraid that since this is an AU fic no one will read it and then no one will review it, and then I'll be a total loser who will have to cry herself to sleep!

Yuugi: Calm down, really.

Xpyne: Ooh! I almost forgot!! Major *huggle* to Amychan for not only saying she liked this story but also mentioning Stewie, everyone's favorite murderous baby! Hahaha, you're so cool!

Stewie: ::wearing Lois's makeup and talking to himself in the mirror:: Oh, you're a bad girl and you know it! You want it bad and just don't care where you get it! Oh!

Xpyne: ....Well, I have lots more written but I'm not updating unless I get some reviews from ppl saying they actually want me to continue.

Yuugi: Fair enough. Review, please, mina! *^__^*