Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Want You To Want Me ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: La Masamune Girl 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.29.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 556 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.29.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 556 | Status: Completed
Author's Notes. Bakura shows up quite a bit in this chapter, and you're going to get to see that he's not exactly just insane in the somewhat humorous way he was last chapter. ie - there's a different kind of NC-17 rating for this chapter...maybe for sex too, I'm not sure quite yet...I haven't decided whether I'll work that in yet.
To clarify things a bit personality wise, I hope I'm getting it across, but to differentiate a bit - Yami...well, we know he's powerful because he's a ruler but I've only given one small hint as to why that is so. He's pretty cruel, but he tends to draw the line somewhere and act rationally and intelligently. Malik is the one with the strong mind-control abilities, and he's pretty intelligent as well. Bakura is just a violent head-case. Yuugi on the other hand is rather childish.
I may or may not write a few side-stories as to why all of this is so - I came up with fairly good reasons as to why Bakura and Yuugi in particular turned out the way they did for this story...maybe if you'd like to hear them you could let me know in a review - and I'll take it from there.
Chapter 3
Bakura had decided to go hunting. This, besides being a gross misuse of that particular word, was also his idea of fun - and therefore, he was happy. Unfortunately for the population of Domino City - a happy Bakura was just as dangerous as an angry and upset Bakura.
His mis-guided wanderings had lead him to the Domino City park, where children from the local Elementary school had been playing earlier that day. It was only by an act of whatever God there may be that vampires could only come out at night and Bakura knew little of children. So far, the closest he'd ever come to seeing something so innocent was Yuugi, and being the occupant of the room next to Yami's, well, there were even problems with that particular definition.
It was not the best of nights for a walk in the park...but then, when the sky was just beginning to darken, and the night was clear, how was one to know?
At first the place had seemed empty. The silver-haired vampire had found himself a bench to sit on, just in sight of the playground and began to curse his luck. Luck however, had decided to be as sadistic as he that night.
Toyuiko Miyazaki and his four-year old daughter Miko had decided to cut through the park that night on their way home from an evening of shopping, but as most average folk ever did, had little idea what fate had in store for them...or they surely would have taken a different route.
Miko spotted the odd-looking man sitting on the park bench first. He looked very sad, with his head drooped into his hands, and his fists clenched tight around his bizzare hair. He looked up confused as he saw her...if she had been an older girl, she would have immediately been suspicious. In all her innocence however, she felt sorry for him. Perhaps he had lost his job, like the business men that came to the park to cry sometimes, when their companies couldn't give them money any longer. Her father always said that they were not very smart men, and Miko knew he didn't like them very much. This man didn't have a suit on though...and he had rose from his seat and was now walking around and around the park bench, watching her intently. She began to giggle. This was obviously some sort of game.
Toyuiko was not pleased by this turn of events - after all, he had warned his daughter as all good parents do, that speaking to strangers was not ever an option unless he said that it was allright.
Even he had to admit though that the man in question, although clearly not quite right in the head couldn't possibly pose any possible threat to his daughter. With him right there, towering almost twice the size of the other, no skinny homeless guy, no matter how deranged would acctually try anything. He waited for his daughter to tire of this, and mentally prepared himself for the explanation about homeless people he would need to give later.
Bakura for his own ends was considerably confused. For all the long years that he had been in existance, Yami had never let him know that there were small humans lurking about. The older vampire had always directed Bakura as far away from the young ones as possible, preferring to either let him act out his gory urges on victims he brought back or allowing him out when it was so late that no child would be anywhere near the vicinity. He was also well aware that finding food would be all the more difficult if the population was too fearful for their children...and of course it had already been his own mistake in finding those children reared by people such as Seto Kaiba who too easily put two and two together. Of course, Bakura had not realized any of this, simply happy in his ignorance.
So the silver haired vampire watched it, facinated. It was just like a real human, only small and soft. Vaguely, he wondered what it looked like inside. There was a big human with it. The big human didn't seem to like how Bakura circled the small one...but the small one was not upset in the slightest. It laughed at him. Why was he being laughed at by a small human? And where did it come from? Was it like those dolls where you pulled off their heads and there was a little one inside? Bakura liked those dolls. Did big humans make small humans? He'd never found any small humans inside big humans....and you had to pull really hard if you wanted their heads to come off for that matter.
"Come on Miko. We need to get home!" Toyuiko pulled his daughter off the bench and began to march her off towards home, when something caught on to his arm.
"...I haven't finished looking yet!"
It was the silver-haired man from the park bench. He spoke clearly and succinctly, but his eyes were wild beneath his shaggy bangs. Toyuiko tried to pull his arm away, but somehow, the younger man had gotten a surprisingly firm grip.
"Let go! I have to get home!"
Bakura was upset. He had wanted to look at the little human some more. He twisted the man's arm back, who let out a yell as a popping sound was heard. The man let out a howl of agony and the child began to scream. Toyuiko barely had time to recover as a white hot pain jarred his vision in two. There was a soft sucking sound, and his upper arm stung madly as something hot, yet soft at the same time brushed repeatedly against it.
"DROP IT!"
Like the knife that had just sliced him, those words cut like a mantra through all of his pain and the screams of his child. Four figures stood half way up the path, and a second later, Toyuiko realized that the man's grip had laxed. He wrenched his broken arm free, and nearly dragged his daughter along. Bakura angrily made a move to grab for them, but mercifully was too late. They were gone.
The angry creature stood quietly, sizing up the four who had interfered. The knife clattered to the pavement, and despite his rage, his expression remained neutral as he spoke.
"You've caught me at a bad time. Perhaps if you had showed up a bit later, I would have been willing to let you go."
One of the men in the group made a noise that sounded much like a snort, but Bakura ignored it.
"But you made my dinner run away, and my tummy's still growly...so...I suppose one of you will have to do."
None of the four had any time to ponder this extremely bizzare statement, as Bakura stepped into the light of a streetlamp, giving them one moment's glance at his wild eyes and crimson-streaked face and hair where he had rubbed them in Toyuiko's blood. The next second, he had leapt upon the nearest to him, causing two at the back to utter screams and leap away. The third companion let out a loud bark of "Shit! Jounouchi!" and joined the fray.
Even the two together were no match for the Vampire's enhanced strength. The wheels in Bakura's head were turning, no longer intent on dinner but rather on other matters. Jounouchi...Jounouchi, where had he heard that name before? ...Ah. Yuugi. Yuugi had been on and on about his precious Jounouchi...could it be that this was the same one?
Deftly, he tossed the other male into the two bystanders, bowling them all into a heap. He needed a few moments, but didn't want anyone getting any stupid ideas and prolonging the issue. The blonde man whom he had initially tackled put up an extremely tough fight, but in the end, Bakura managed to pin him, still struggling against a nearby tree. His companions had managed to untangle themselves and looked prepared to give it another try, but he silenced them all with only a single word.
"Yuugi."
There was a collective gasp all around, and the blonde he had pinned against the tree ceased his struggling immediately. Roughly, Bakura let him down, and the comrades re-grouped themselves, this time very curious in what he had to say. There was little doubt in his mind that he'd guessed right...and if not, he'd be merely leading them all into a colony of Vampires. They wouldn't escape either way.
"If you want to see Yuugi, then you'll all follow me." With that, Bakura turned and darted off. There was no question that Jounouchi would go...and fearing for their friend's safety, Honda, Anzu and Ryou had little choice but to follow.
The white haired man lead them through the city, down streets and through passageways that none of the strange group even knew existed. They paused in an alleyway that appeared to be a completely dead end, yet at the very end stood a single man hole. Bakura prised off the lid easily, and pointed down. Apprehensively Honda ushered Anzu and Bakura ahead of him to follow Jounouchi, then braved turning his back on Bakura who slid the cover back into place above them.
What they had arrived in was definitely not a sewer system...but rather an entire underground civilization. In it too deep to care now, Honda arrived next to Anzu and Bakura, to observe. Even he did not have much of an idea of what was going on - his mind filled immediately with questions such as why these people lived down here, or if the city knew about it.
Though nothing that had happened so far could have prepared them for what came next.
***
Seto Kaiba closed the lid of his laptop computer with a weary sigh. Three days straight he had worked on the Millenium Item case. So far, he was quite pleased with the reasearch that had come up. A slew of inconsistent and different stories, all different pieces of the same puzzle. The inconsistencies, while they made life somewhat difficult, were a good sign - proving that these mystical objects had the potential of existing, rather than being a mere legend.
Although most would accuse Kaiba of being in denial of his situation, (had they known about this reasearch of course), Kaiba had already overcome that particular obstacle. If vampires could exist, then so could mystical objects. He would have given just about anything for the feeling that Mokuba would arrive in the doorway, demanding a game, a drink or help with homework...heck he could have handled one of those 4-year old bed wettings he used to have to deal with. Anything if it would bring him back.
With a groan, he wandered into one of his enormous mansion's sitting rooms, and flicked on the TV to the late-night news. A gentleman with neatly combed black hair and gold-rimmed glasses droned in his TV-savvy voice about comforting things like the country's financial affairs and the stock market. Kaiba threw himself onto the couch and allowed the pleasant voice to lull him to sleep.
Slowly, the edges of his vision began to haze, and his eyelids drooped down. Sleep, however had decided to be elusive, as a special bulliten, live from Domino City made him snap back into total conciousness. The man with the gold-rimmed glasses began to turn the same colour as the paper he'd just been handed as he read the report aloud.
"Forty-two year old Miyazaki Toyuiko was assaulted in the Domino City park around seven 'o' clock PM. Miyazaki-san and his 4 year old daughter, whose name has not been released were on their way home when they were attacked by a man with a knife. Miyazaki-san, a prominiate and well-off individual who works for the Toshiba Domino City branch arrived at the local police station with a deep knife-wound in an otherwise broken arm. Officials state that he described his attacker as having white hair and being abnormally strong, making outrageous claims that his assailant managed to break his limb with bare hands. Given his condition, he was immediately released to the hospital. Doctors claim that he has indeed lost a lot of blood, however his condition is reported as stable. His daughter was left unharmed."
Kaiba took all of this in, frowning deeply, while the announcer continued.
"The only other witnesses have mysteriously dissapeared. Jounouchi Katsuya, Mazaki Anzu, Bakura Ryou and Honda Hiroto were all reported missing as of the same time this evening. If anyone knows of the whereabouts of these four individuals, would you please call..."
Kaiba flicked the television set off. He knew.
To clarify things a bit personality wise, I hope I'm getting it across, but to differentiate a bit - Yami...well, we know he's powerful because he's a ruler but I've only given one small hint as to why that is so. He's pretty cruel, but he tends to draw the line somewhere and act rationally and intelligently. Malik is the one with the strong mind-control abilities, and he's pretty intelligent as well. Bakura is just a violent head-case. Yuugi on the other hand is rather childish.
I may or may not write a few side-stories as to why all of this is so - I came up with fairly good reasons as to why Bakura and Yuugi in particular turned out the way they did for this story...maybe if you'd like to hear them you could let me know in a review - and I'll take it from there.
Chapter 3
Bakura had decided to go hunting. This, besides being a gross misuse of that particular word, was also his idea of fun - and therefore, he was happy. Unfortunately for the population of Domino City - a happy Bakura was just as dangerous as an angry and upset Bakura.
His mis-guided wanderings had lead him to the Domino City park, where children from the local Elementary school had been playing earlier that day. It was only by an act of whatever God there may be that vampires could only come out at night and Bakura knew little of children. So far, the closest he'd ever come to seeing something so innocent was Yuugi, and being the occupant of the room next to Yami's, well, there were even problems with that particular definition.
It was not the best of nights for a walk in the park...but then, when the sky was just beginning to darken, and the night was clear, how was one to know?
At first the place had seemed empty. The silver-haired vampire had found himself a bench to sit on, just in sight of the playground and began to curse his luck. Luck however, had decided to be as sadistic as he that night.
Toyuiko Miyazaki and his four-year old daughter Miko had decided to cut through the park that night on their way home from an evening of shopping, but as most average folk ever did, had little idea what fate had in store for them...or they surely would have taken a different route.
Miko spotted the odd-looking man sitting on the park bench first. He looked very sad, with his head drooped into his hands, and his fists clenched tight around his bizzare hair. He looked up confused as he saw her...if she had been an older girl, she would have immediately been suspicious. In all her innocence however, she felt sorry for him. Perhaps he had lost his job, like the business men that came to the park to cry sometimes, when their companies couldn't give them money any longer. Her father always said that they were not very smart men, and Miko knew he didn't like them very much. This man didn't have a suit on though...and he had rose from his seat and was now walking around and around the park bench, watching her intently. She began to giggle. This was obviously some sort of game.
Toyuiko was not pleased by this turn of events - after all, he had warned his daughter as all good parents do, that speaking to strangers was not ever an option unless he said that it was allright.
Even he had to admit though that the man in question, although clearly not quite right in the head couldn't possibly pose any possible threat to his daughter. With him right there, towering almost twice the size of the other, no skinny homeless guy, no matter how deranged would acctually try anything. He waited for his daughter to tire of this, and mentally prepared himself for the explanation about homeless people he would need to give later.
Bakura for his own ends was considerably confused. For all the long years that he had been in existance, Yami had never let him know that there were small humans lurking about. The older vampire had always directed Bakura as far away from the young ones as possible, preferring to either let him act out his gory urges on victims he brought back or allowing him out when it was so late that no child would be anywhere near the vicinity. He was also well aware that finding food would be all the more difficult if the population was too fearful for their children...and of course it had already been his own mistake in finding those children reared by people such as Seto Kaiba who too easily put two and two together. Of course, Bakura had not realized any of this, simply happy in his ignorance.
So the silver haired vampire watched it, facinated. It was just like a real human, only small and soft. Vaguely, he wondered what it looked like inside. There was a big human with it. The big human didn't seem to like how Bakura circled the small one...but the small one was not upset in the slightest. It laughed at him. Why was he being laughed at by a small human? And where did it come from? Was it like those dolls where you pulled off their heads and there was a little one inside? Bakura liked those dolls. Did big humans make small humans? He'd never found any small humans inside big humans....and you had to pull really hard if you wanted their heads to come off for that matter.
"Come on Miko. We need to get home!" Toyuiko pulled his daughter off the bench and began to march her off towards home, when something caught on to his arm.
"...I haven't finished looking yet!"
It was the silver-haired man from the park bench. He spoke clearly and succinctly, but his eyes were wild beneath his shaggy bangs. Toyuiko tried to pull his arm away, but somehow, the younger man had gotten a surprisingly firm grip.
"Let go! I have to get home!"
Bakura was upset. He had wanted to look at the little human some more. He twisted the man's arm back, who let out a yell as a popping sound was heard. The man let out a howl of agony and the child began to scream. Toyuiko barely had time to recover as a white hot pain jarred his vision in two. There was a soft sucking sound, and his upper arm stung madly as something hot, yet soft at the same time brushed repeatedly against it.
"DROP IT!"
Like the knife that had just sliced him, those words cut like a mantra through all of his pain and the screams of his child. Four figures stood half way up the path, and a second later, Toyuiko realized that the man's grip had laxed. He wrenched his broken arm free, and nearly dragged his daughter along. Bakura angrily made a move to grab for them, but mercifully was too late. They were gone.
The angry creature stood quietly, sizing up the four who had interfered. The knife clattered to the pavement, and despite his rage, his expression remained neutral as he spoke.
"You've caught me at a bad time. Perhaps if you had showed up a bit later, I would have been willing to let you go."
One of the men in the group made a noise that sounded much like a snort, but Bakura ignored it.
"But you made my dinner run away, and my tummy's still growly...so...I suppose one of you will have to do."
None of the four had any time to ponder this extremely bizzare statement, as Bakura stepped into the light of a streetlamp, giving them one moment's glance at his wild eyes and crimson-streaked face and hair where he had rubbed them in Toyuiko's blood. The next second, he had leapt upon the nearest to him, causing two at the back to utter screams and leap away. The third companion let out a loud bark of "Shit! Jounouchi!" and joined the fray.
Even the two together were no match for the Vampire's enhanced strength. The wheels in Bakura's head were turning, no longer intent on dinner but rather on other matters. Jounouchi...Jounouchi, where had he heard that name before? ...Ah. Yuugi. Yuugi had been on and on about his precious Jounouchi...could it be that this was the same one?
Deftly, he tossed the other male into the two bystanders, bowling them all into a heap. He needed a few moments, but didn't want anyone getting any stupid ideas and prolonging the issue. The blonde man whom he had initially tackled put up an extremely tough fight, but in the end, Bakura managed to pin him, still struggling against a nearby tree. His companions had managed to untangle themselves and looked prepared to give it another try, but he silenced them all with only a single word.
"Yuugi."
There was a collective gasp all around, and the blonde he had pinned against the tree ceased his struggling immediately. Roughly, Bakura let him down, and the comrades re-grouped themselves, this time very curious in what he had to say. There was little doubt in his mind that he'd guessed right...and if not, he'd be merely leading them all into a colony of Vampires. They wouldn't escape either way.
"If you want to see Yuugi, then you'll all follow me." With that, Bakura turned and darted off. There was no question that Jounouchi would go...and fearing for their friend's safety, Honda, Anzu and Ryou had little choice but to follow.
The white haired man lead them through the city, down streets and through passageways that none of the strange group even knew existed. They paused in an alleyway that appeared to be a completely dead end, yet at the very end stood a single man hole. Bakura prised off the lid easily, and pointed down. Apprehensively Honda ushered Anzu and Bakura ahead of him to follow Jounouchi, then braved turning his back on Bakura who slid the cover back into place above them.
What they had arrived in was definitely not a sewer system...but rather an entire underground civilization. In it too deep to care now, Honda arrived next to Anzu and Bakura, to observe. Even he did not have much of an idea of what was going on - his mind filled immediately with questions such as why these people lived down here, or if the city knew about it.
Though nothing that had happened so far could have prepared them for what came next.
***
Seto Kaiba closed the lid of his laptop computer with a weary sigh. Three days straight he had worked on the Millenium Item case. So far, he was quite pleased with the reasearch that had come up. A slew of inconsistent and different stories, all different pieces of the same puzzle. The inconsistencies, while they made life somewhat difficult, were a good sign - proving that these mystical objects had the potential of existing, rather than being a mere legend.
Although most would accuse Kaiba of being in denial of his situation, (had they known about this reasearch of course), Kaiba had already overcome that particular obstacle. If vampires could exist, then so could mystical objects. He would have given just about anything for the feeling that Mokuba would arrive in the doorway, demanding a game, a drink or help with homework...heck he could have handled one of those 4-year old bed wettings he used to have to deal with. Anything if it would bring him back.
With a groan, he wandered into one of his enormous mansion's sitting rooms, and flicked on the TV to the late-night news. A gentleman with neatly combed black hair and gold-rimmed glasses droned in his TV-savvy voice about comforting things like the country's financial affairs and the stock market. Kaiba threw himself onto the couch and allowed the pleasant voice to lull him to sleep.
Slowly, the edges of his vision began to haze, and his eyelids drooped down. Sleep, however had decided to be elusive, as a special bulliten, live from Domino City made him snap back into total conciousness. The man with the gold-rimmed glasses began to turn the same colour as the paper he'd just been handed as he read the report aloud.
"Forty-two year old Miyazaki Toyuiko was assaulted in the Domino City park around seven 'o' clock PM. Miyazaki-san and his 4 year old daughter, whose name has not been released were on their way home when they were attacked by a man with a knife. Miyazaki-san, a prominiate and well-off individual who works for the Toshiba Domino City branch arrived at the local police station with a deep knife-wound in an otherwise broken arm. Officials state that he described his attacker as having white hair and being abnormally strong, making outrageous claims that his assailant managed to break his limb with bare hands. Given his condition, he was immediately released to the hospital. Doctors claim that he has indeed lost a lot of blood, however his condition is reported as stable. His daughter was left unharmed."
Kaiba took all of this in, frowning deeply, while the announcer continued.
"The only other witnesses have mysteriously dissapeared. Jounouchi Katsuya, Mazaki Anzu, Bakura Ryou and Honda Hiroto were all reported missing as of the same time this evening. If anyone knows of the whereabouts of these four individuals, would you please call..."
Kaiba flicked the television set off. He knew.