Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Innocent Dark ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Author: Yami Neferbre

Title: INNOCENT DARK
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, Blade, or Underworld, or any of the songs that I use

Paring: SetoxYami
Rating: R (just to be safe)

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content

Spoilers: None
Summary: It's a remake of my Half a Soul story, and jus for u Dragon, it's a SetoxYami yaoi story.

Status: Incomplete 2/?

 

INNOCENT DARK

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

“Yulene out of my way,” snapped Ramsey, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor, “he's my son let me see him”.

 

Cold ice blue eyes averted to stare at him, the occupant closing the bedroom door, “no, at the moment he wants nothing to do with you, so until he says otherwise I will be the only one going in there. I suggest you do what we should have done from the beginning and ask for Seto and Blade to come here and act as body guards”.

 

“I did not mean to scare him,” Ramsey protested.

 

“Well you did,” she said coldly, blocking him from reaching her son's bedroom door, “so until he is better you should ride to Aldeham and retrieve Seto and Blade. He needs to the protection now because you scared him enough that he broke his arm in the fall. Leave now, the very sight of you is making me angry”.

 

“What did I do to you,” he growled out, “I have never done a thing to you Yulene”.

 

She scowled, crossing her arms she glared daggers at him, “Bakura is right, and I should have put my foot down years ago. You should have never treated Yami that way, just because he is from the prophecy does not make him different from Bakura. He is your son; he is a gift to you from the Gods just like Bakura. You should have treasured him, taking him with you on the hunting, camping, and fishing trips that you took Bakura on, and treating him like your own child. All he as ever wanted is for you to accept him and love him, and to show that you do,” she spat.

 

Heaving a deep breath Ramsey tried to contain himself, “I wanted to do what I thought was best for him,” he expounded, “I did not want him to hurt himself just in case Valick came”.

 

“And you should have known that no matter what he would not have been able to get away,” she bellowed before pointing towards the stairs, “now do what we should have done years ago and get Seto and Blade, you are not allowed back into this house until you have returned with them, do you hear me”.

 

He stared at her in shock and defeat, hanging his head he turned and strode down the stairs with heavy feet, his shame radiating from him in thick waves. He could hear Yulene give a small sob, turn on her heels and dash into their shared bedroom. Tears of his own met his eyes as he blindly retrieved his coat and ridding gloves. Stumbling out into the cool morning air he nearly broken down at the rail pelted into his skin, icy and foreboding. This was going to be a lonesome ride.

 

Staring out the window silently Bakura watched with a heavy heart as his father rode off down the rode into the woods, his clothing already soaked through with water. Heaving a sigh he turned his gaze back upon Yami's sleeping form, reaching out he gingerly ran his digits over smooth bronze skin, Yami shivered as if he could feel his worry through his fingers. Stirring Yami peered up with hazy violet eyes, “something wrong,” he murmured, voice hoarse and weak from the night before.

 

“Yeah, Mama just forced Papa to leave the house, she won't allow him back until he brings back the two bodyguards that had volunteered years ago,” he said, shaking his head angrily.

 

“Do you know them,” Yami questioned with a yawn.

 

Giving a curt nod Bakura crossed his arms, “yes, they are two of my better friends. I would easily trust them with my life, now yours I'm a little bit more protective of because you are after all my brother, but I think I could trust them with you. Though I will warn you, they are not the playful type,” he expounded, glancing down at Yami with deep chocolate eyes.

 

Absently staring at the wood floor Yami heaved a sigh, being mindful of his arm he rolled onto his side, “why don't we just go to Aldeham,” he asked firmly, giving a small cough to clear his voice, “we should have ignored the orders of the Elders, obviously they are becoming blind with age. The plan that they conjured up is the most ridiculous scheme I have ever heard of to be frank”.

 

Bakura smiled affectionately as Yami continued to rant on, it was at times like this that a person could realize how brilliant his younger brother was, how much he was like the Pharaoh of old. He did remember Yami being able to make full sentences well before he was one, never mind the fact that he was running before he could even walk. There was a reason why there was so many holes in the walls; he learned speed, not breaks, and seemingly he was still like that.

 

“Are you listening to me Kura,” Yami asked, gazing up at him demandingly.

 

Blinking Bakura glanced at him, shaking his head out of his trance he gave a sheepish smile, “not really, sorry lost in my thoughts,” he said.

 

Crocking a brow Yami keened at his shoulder which was partially in the sling that was holding his broken arm, “I figured, is my ranting that lacklustre,” he questioned.

 

Shaking his head Bakura ruffled his brother's already wild hair, “nah, actually you know how much I love it when people rant or bitch, its always hilarious for me,” he stated.

 

Yami gave him a small smile, “true enough, and make sure that Mama is not entering the room next time you decide to exhibit your usage of vulgar language,” he said pointing towards the door.

 

Averting his gaze Bakura cursed when he spotted Yulene in the door way, arms crossed, face annoyed, and foot tapping on the floors, “shit, why is it always me with bad timing,” he cursed under his breath.

 

“Because you barely pay attention to your surrounding,” said Yulene pointedly, “now go tend to lunch, I must speak with your brother in private you uncouth child,” she teased, playfully hitting Bakura's arm as he placed a kiss on her cheek in an attempt to baby her, “that no longer works on me you brat, now go make lunch”.

 

Sitting down gracefully upon the edge of the bed by her son's head Yulene reached out and attentively grasped his broken limb, inspecting it as she spoke, “Yami I need to tell you something more about what your position brought upon your life”.

 

“I am listening Mama,” Yami encouraged.

 

“Remember, the story of the Great Pharaoh. The man whom was born not long after the vampires had landed their ships on the beaches of Kotare and turned this world into utter darkness. The man whom was speaking and walking long before he reached the age of one, he whom learned the way that vampires lived and how you could decipher the difference between one and a human. The one man who created the slayers organization within the Palace, and the first man to ever survive through a vampire bite at the age of fourteen with half his soul”.

 

Yami nodded, his eyes glazed in concentration, “I remember. On his fourteenth birthday, the vampire King Dracule stormed the palace, set flame to what could burn, killed the Pharaoh and bite Prince Yami-Atemu in his sleep and left him to die. But he never did, he lived while still bearing half his soul,” he added.

 

She made of small grunt of confirmation, “and you remember that he created a serum to quench the thirst of a vampire. That way he would be nourished by human food and drink, not blood. Along with the cure, but he was only able to use it once before Dracule destroyed it”.

 

“Yes”.

 

“You also remember that the night he died he killed off Dracule just outside of the now Aldeham in ancient times. How his son, Valick, took over his role and finished him off, leaving him bleeding to death on the ground. From there he said…”

 

“I won't give up Valick, I will be back to destroy you, I swear it. I sacrifice my soul into the Millennium Puzzle, it will be reborn in at least three thousand years in a boy with my appearance, born upon the same day as I, and the moon will turn red, he will be greeted into this world by the chime of midnight, and his eyes will shift from crimson to violet. He will be destined to be born with the powers to be able to destroy all the vampires that have tainted Kotare. Hear me Valick, this is my final promise”.

 

Nodding Yulene reached out with a delicate yet firm hand, cupping her son's cheek she forced him to look at her, “Valick will be after you, when he will begin to come I do not know, all I know is that it will be soon. But listen to me child and heed me, keep your eyes open and be careful. Not so much in the sense treat yourself with extreme care, just watch the people around you, and watch your surroundings”.

 

“I will,” he assured, covering her hand with his, “don't worry Mama, I'll be careful”.

 

She gave him a forced smile, her worry enveloping her too tightly to allow herself to believe that everything would be alright. She knew how Valick was from when she was a slayer and fought against him and his elite guard. They never came out unscathed. Rising to her feet she strode to the bedroom door, turning briefly she spotted him sending her a comforting smile, she returned it before leaving closing the door behind her.

 

Pressing her back against it she stared down to the end of the hall, the light from the living room and kitchen basking it in its brilliant glow, it was a small comfort to her beating heart. Hopefully nothing transpired any time soon.

 

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A loud knock resounded on the door, it was late in the evening, Bakura was holding Yami's sleeping form in his lap in front of the fire while Yulene quietly made a simple supper. Reluctantly Bakura lifted Yami into his arms, careful not to wake him and strode towards the door. Upon reaching it Yulene dashed in, towel in hands, “stay back,” she instructed before peering through the peep hole on tip toes. She smiled gratefully then taking step back opened the door allowing three wet figures into the house.

 

Ramsey turned to her immediately, not caring that he was drenched with cold rain water and pulled her into a tight embrace, “Angel was taken captive three days ago. They have yet to hear anything about what type of condition he is in, or if he is still alive in those cells,” he explained, pulling back he spotted Bakura and heaved a sigh, “how is he”.

 

“Tired, sore,” he stated simply before glancing at his two friends.

 

Blade was a tall man, dark skinned with tattoos upon the back of his neck, and adorned in pure black leather and a bullet proof vest. On his back was a scabbard and sword, and at his waist was a belt loaded with two berrettas and ammunition. He was a menacing figure, the half vampire within him increasing that. Along with the toned muscles that covered his body.

 

Seto as well was tall, though pale in colouring with deep chestnut hair and icy cerulean eyes. Like Blade he was adorned in black leather, a bullet proof vest, a sword on his back, and guns strapped to his waist. Slung over his shoulder was a duffle bag filled with what little clothing he needed and more ammunition.

 

“Bored yet,” he questioned smartly, shifting Yami's weight in his arms. Immediately he noticed Seto's cold eyes staring hard at his brother, an emotion flickered in those eyes that he had never seen before; narrowing his eyes he waved his hand in front of his friends eyes, “earth to Seto”.

 

Blinking Seto glanced at his friend with sarcastic amusement, “of course I am not bored, I have only been ridding in the rain all bloody day you moron”.

 

Bakura smiled, “you still have your spunk,” he said, then pointed up the stairs, “towels are up there along with the two rooms that your will be staying in. Hurry up, suppers going to be on the table soon, and watch your language, I don't need you tainting my brother”.

 

“Not like you haven't already,” grunted Yulene, flicking her son's ear before returning to the kitchen.

 

Feeling Yami shiver and hearing a small moan he glanced down at his brother's sleeping form in his arms, heaving a sigh he was about to return to the fire but Ramsey stopped him, gently taking Yami from his arms and taking him over to the fireplace. Sitting down upon the rug he held Yami to him tightly, rocking him as if he were an infant. Watching this Bakura had the urge to take Yami away, but at the same time he felt his father's love towards his brother seeping through him. Yami gave a small moan and snuggled even closer to Ramsey's torso, gripping his sopping jacket unconsciously.

 

Bakura watched for several long minutes as his father, in all his wetness, held his brother in the most loving way he ever had since Yami was but five years of age. He savoured the moment, but it was broken when Yulene strode, “honey, you need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold, or your son. Dinner is ready anyway, you minus well wake him,” she said, her voice tender.

 

Reluctantly Ramsey murmured out, “Little one, wake up, supper is ready”. Stirring Yami shivered as he felt the cold water soaking through his clothing, blinking he glanced up at the man holding him believing it to be Bakura, only to stiffen in realization.

 

“Shh,” he soothed, feeling his son's discomfort, “I won't hurt you, I want to apologize for yesterday, for scaring you like I did”. Violet orbs narrowed in both bewilderment and disbelief, he squirmed briefly in his Father's grasp only to remember that he had lost mobility in one of his arms, forcing him to stay put.

 

“Let go,” he demanded turning his head away, “Bakura may you please help me up, I have to change now before I can even consider sitting down at the table”.

 

“Yami look at me,” Ramsey said sternly, forcing angered eyes to face him, “will you please listen to me, just this one time”.

 

Grunting Yami tried to move away, “I have given you plenty of chances to change, and I always listened to you even when it hurt. Right now I have no reason to listen to you, Bakura please help me up”.

 

“Bakura, go set the table and make sure that your mother has the help she needs in the kitchen,” instructed Ramsey, his voice firm as he was forced to contain his frustration.

 

“Yes Papa,” Bakura said helplessly, turning away and striding into the kitchen without another word.

 

Growling Yami glared into the flames of the fire, watching the golden and crimson flames dance and flicker, enveloping the logs of wood as if they were a long lost lover. Clenching his only mobile fist he glared almost angrily at the beauty of the flames, why wouldn't Ramsey take the hint and let him go.

 

“Yami, whether you would like to believe it or not, I love you and I care about you with my entire soul. I tried to do what I thought was best up until now. I wanted to make sure that you were safe and out of harms way. As well I wished that you would be uninjured for the most part in case Valick came. I care about you too much to let something that horrendous happen to you. So hate me for it if you will, but hear me child, I still love you and I will always be here when you need me to be,” he expounded reaching up and cupping Yami's cheek with a cold damp hand.

 

“You have never been there before, so it's a little late to start now,” snapped Yami slithering away from Ramsey, “now leave me alone until I am ready to be around you again,” with that he strode up the stairs towards his bedroom leaving Ramsey upon the floor, tears forming in his dark eyes.

 

From the shadows in a corner Seto watched the entire conversation, now he understood what Bakura was always talking about. Ramsey had deteriorated since they were forced to leave Aldeham fourteen years before. He was no longer the loving, devoted father that he used to be, he was a brute of a man that showed very little love and affection towards one of his children while giving it wholeheartedly to the other. He scowled as he watched Yami walk past him towards his room, tears of frustration and pain in his beautiful violet eyes.

 

Reaching his door Yami felt the tingling sensation of eyes upon him, turning he spotted Seto in the corner beside his parent's bedroom door. He locked eyes with the man for a moment, searching his eyes in the dark to confirm who is was. Averting his entire body to the slayer he bowed his head in greeting, before grasping the handle to his bedroom door, “I'm sorry you had to hear that,” he apologized.

 

“I am sorry that you are being forced to live such a life, even the worst of people do not deserve the treatment that Ramsey has obviously given you. My Father may have been a cold slayer, and a cold man, but he still showed that he loved you and that you cared,” he stated in a deep voice, “I will give your Father a talking to if you wish”.

 

“Only if you want to,” Yami sighed, “I am not guaranteeing that it will get through that thick skull of his”. Silently Yami opened his bedroom door and stepping in closed his behind him. Seto stared at the door silently, a small smile gracing his features. The boy seemed so sweet and innocent, beautiful as well. He gave a small growl, he would make sure that Ramsey woke up fully to realize the damage he as done on this boys heart, then he would make sure that Valick would never lay hands upon that godly child.

 

He swore this oath to all the Gods that were listening.

 

A/N: some of you already know, I will be leaving on Friday to go for a 10 day vacation. I'll be taking my stuff with me so I can work, but I probably won't be able to update. Sorry, byez.