Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Innocent Dark ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

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 5/? 

A/N: I dedicate this chappie to my good friend Kayla, luvs girl!!!!!!!!!!! And to those that reviewed on all the sites that I am on, ur all amazing (blows kisses) hehehe.

INNOCENT DARK 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The damned. Those that wander the earth, trapped in what many call purgatory. A place that they will never escape from. A place between the plagued and hellish underworld, and the paradise of the afterlife. Aimlessly they wonder, killing, feeding at will, only to survive, either until death took them, or they were cured. They were the damned, the undead, they were vampires.

 

That was what he was, what he believed he was. A damned being forced to walk upon this earth, wallowing in his own rage, his own self-pity, his own fears, and his own darkness. Enveloped so tightly in the embrace that he could not escape its binding, he could not move, he could only watch and wait as it drained the life from him, slowly relieving him of this life.

 

Of this curse.

 

Of this damnation.

 

Crimson eyes, sharp, cunning and icy, peered out into the distance before him, scanning over familiar terrain, absorbing it, all the while pretending as if it was all a dream.

 

The same houses flashed before him, the same glass and steel clubs, the same stone complexes for businesses. A menacing forest surrounding it, blocking and trapping its once foreign appearance within. Dark, decrepit, and frightening, a place were braves ones dared their courage, but always ended up barreling out, screaming till their throats would allow it no more.

 

To him, years ago, all of this was foreign, but now, it was normal.

 

Wide streets of sleek pavement weaved through the buildings, lights fashioned in the shape of a lantern held up on a high pole, cascaded orange light from it, illuminating the streets and allowing one to find their way without a candle in hand. A man stood by each one, snoring boisterously at their posts, not bothering to watch if the flickering flame in those lights blew out from the breeze that had stirred the air.

 

The eccentric carriage rolled back, whether expensive and black, or weather beaten and gray with age. The hallow click of the horses hooves pounding against the pavement in a mesmeric pattern as they carried their masters to their destination, a bar, a club, or a concubine house.

 

Click…clock…click…clock

 

The sound echoed in his ears, mingling with the throbbing beats pulsating into the night air from the clubs, the breeze playing roughly with the trees and loose leaves, and the deep hoot of an owl, or the bark of a wolf.

 

Here, in Aldeham, it was far from silent.

 

Shuddering at the sensation of the cool air rippling over his skin like water, he wrapped his arms around himself, drawing his blanket tighter around his shoulders in an attempt to bring some warmth to him. His gaze dropped from the city to the mile separation between the castle in which he stood, and the city of Aldeham beyond.

 

The very darkness of it cause him to shiver, increasing the relentless cold around him and forcing him to retreat back into his chamber, slamming the double doors roughly as he went.

 

He was immediately met by the questioning gaze of a handsome half vampire, his deep brown eyes soft as he rose to his feet, hands smoothing his leather pants and checking that his light hazelnut hair was still neatly spiked, before he strode over to him.

 

“Cold,” Angel asked gently, opening the wardrobe nearby and retrieving a heavy black polyester long sleeved shirt.

 

Crimson eyes blinked as their owner nodded in confirmation, a hand shooting out from inside the blanket to politely retrieve the shirt from his comrade. Tossing the blanket to the bed the boy pulled the shirt over his head, purring at the warmth it brought him as it covered the think mesh shirt he had been wearing underneath.

 

Chuckling Angel reached out and gently rubbed the boy's back, ruby eyes meeting his, “Valick told me that you are allowed to go to the club tonight. But if you return without eating he will punish you again.”

 

Grunting the boy turned away, locking the balcony doors before dropping down on his bed, eyes peering out the glass in the doors. For several minutes Angel though that the boy had not heard him, or that he was containing his anger before speaking. He was answered moments later as the boy reached out a hand to him, his eyes never leaving the glass. Taking the offered hand he sat down on the bed beside him, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulder while still holding his hand.

 

“I could fix you something drink right now, that way you won't have to go out and kill anything,” he suggested, voice sincere.

 

“I would prefer the punishment,” the boy answered stiffly. “Besides, I do not want you to be harmed because of my actions. I'll find some birds again or something along those lines. Rats are disgusting, so are humans, and bats.”

 

Sighing Angel reached up and ran his digits through silky crimson and ebony spikes, shifting till his fingers slid down golden bangs, brushing against beautiful golden skin. Feeling the boy shudder he let a small smile drift across his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the boy's brow he pulled him against his torso, giving the boy his bodily warmth.

 

“Thank you,” came a murmur of that soft, honeyed filled voice.

 

“Welcome Yami,” Angel whispered. “Are you going tonight, or tomorrow?”

 

“Tonight, but later, it is still rather early. Eleven if I remember right,” Yami murmured, head resting against Angel's shoulder. “I'll go in an hour or two; Frost and Kraven are my escorts tonight anyway.”

 

Angel nodded, widespread hand gently rubbing warmth into the back of the young boy that he had been tending to for the past two years, “Do you want me to grab you something hot to drink, doesn't have to be blood.”

 

“Hmm, well that rules out a bacardi. Hot chocolate or tea I guess, minus well put some of that damned liquid into it, that way I have the strength to go out and chase birds for the rest of the night.”

 

Smiling Angel wrapped the blanket back around his charge before he rose to his feet, “I'll be right back, don't fall asleep on me,” he warned playfully. He was rewarded by a tired smile from the boy, the action warming his heart. Turning he exited the room, leaving Yami alone.

 

Heaving a sigh Yami laid down upon the bed, snuggling into the thick silk and velvet sheets, pulling the heavy comforter over his form. He was still exhausted and sore from his last `punishment' a week ago. Closing his eyes he relaxed into the warmth enveloping him, rocking him gently back to sleep.

 

His last punishment had been because Valick had found out that he had stopped eating, how he did not notice this for the two weeks that it had been transpiring evaded him, and quite frankly, he did not care. Valick took pleasure in hearing him scream, so half the time his punishments were for barely logical reasons. It infuriated Angel, and he despised it, since the weeks that he would spend in bed afterward would waste his precious time.

 

The time that he needed to escape and find the Slayers Castle, Banah.

 

Exhaling a deep breath he reopened his eyes, perhaps he could search again tonight for the castle while he was searching for food. He just needed to make sure that his escort did not notice that he left the club. That was usually the easy part, but he was always found and dragged back to Nukpana, the vampires' castle.

 

Hearing the door opening he sat up slightly, eyes narrowing when he realized that it was not Angel entering the room, but Valick and his whore Scarlet. Rolling his eyes he laid back down, showing clearly that he did not want them in here. Valick ignored his wishes and sat upon the edge of the bed, reaching out and gripping his chin with a firm but gentle grip.

 

Smirking the vampire swooped down and placed a soft kiss upon the boy's lips, pleasure rippling through him as he felt the boys resist, pushing back against him. Pulling back he stared down into furious crimson eyes, burning heatedly and un-kindled. Chuckling he released his hold on Yami's face, allowing the boy to sit up, “Feeling better I see.”

 

“No thanks to you,” Yami snapped, clutching the blanket around him tightly in protection.

 

Scowling Valick leaned down, one hand on either side of Yami's head, “Watch your tongue with me boy, do you want to spend another week or two in bed.”

 

Averting his gaze Yami shook his head.

 

“I thought not,” Valick grunted, pressing another kiss to the boy's lips before sitting back, watching in satisfaction as Yami wiped with mouth with his sleeve. “Do not try and pull one of your stunts tonight, I want you back home before four. If you are late, not only will you have to deal with it, but your escort will.”

 

“And those two idiots being injured is supposed to affect me,” Yami questioned, his face emotionless and uncaring.

 

Valick chuckled deeply, the sound sending a shudder up Yami's back, “no, I know that you dislike both of them, but they will come after you and add to the wounds that I give you. So I do not recommend it.”

 

Blinking Yami considered the suggestion, Valick was right as always, Frost and Kraven would come after him and beat him in his bed, which would mean spending more time in bed. He did not want that. Sighing he bowed his head in submission, “I won't try and run, if anything I'll leave the club to retrieve a better meal, but that is all. I will be home at the allotted time.”

 

“Good,” Valick murmured, again pressing a final kiss to Yami's lips before rising to his feet. Scarlet smiled at him, wrapping an arm around his as he moved towards the door.

 

“Oh and Yami,” Valick said, turning back towards the boy. “Don't forget about the gala tomorrow night. I want you to be on your best behavior, got it.”

 

“Yes,” Yami answered stiffly, crossing his arms.

 

With a grunt Valick left, Scarlet at his side. Rolling his eyes Yami laid back down, pulling his covers back over his form, “Fucking bastard,” he muttered.

 

“The vulgarity Yami,” teased Angel, pushing the door open, all the while juggling a tray with two large mugs of hot tea. Rising to his feet Yami immediately closed the door and relieved his friends of his burden. Placing it on the desk he took the two cups and handed one to Angel before sitting back down on his bed, moaning at the heat that radiated from the glass mug.

 

“When will you learn Angel,” Yami chuckled, taking a long sip of his drink. “That I am not the innocent little boy that I used to be.”

 

Smiling Angel sat down beside Yami, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “Trust me I know you are not innocent. You have one hell of a dirty mouth, plus your dancing sends out an interesting message,” he laughed.

 

“True enough,” Yami agreed his voice quiet.

 

Over the next two hours Yami and Angel exchanged small conversations, the topics consisting of simplistic things, things that did not matter but always occupied them in these dark and silent nights. It was a small comfort to them, enough to distract them, and reel their mind away from more dark matters.

 

A loud knock resounded upon the door, glancing at each other they two heaved heavy sighs, rising to his feet Yami moved to the doors, pulling them open silently and stepping aside to allow two pale figures to make their way in.

 

Without permission one flopped down upon the bed, swinging his soiled boots onto the beautiful sheets and crossed his arms leisurely behind his head. The other stood in front of the tall mirror, admiring his devilishly handsome appearance and straightening his smooth and black hair.

 

Holding back the furious anger that was already boiling in his stomach Yami moved behind the one at his mirror, “Am I not allowed to change in private,” he snapped, even though lately it had become normal for the two bastards to watch him like hawks.

 

“Nope,” chuckled Frost from his position on the bed, leisurely tossing a candle holder at Angel's head. The vampire dodged it, snatching it out of the air before it shattered against the wall. Sitting up, his pouting evident in his features from missing his target, he smiled. “You know that we are allowed to do as we please.”

 

“So long as Valick never finds out about your obsession over his precious property,” Yami spat, striding over to his wardrobe and retrieving his outfit for the night. Duel coughs of slight fear reach his ears, smirking he let a ghost of a chuckle pass his lips, he loved reminding them of that little bit.

 

Swiftly divesting his original outfit and forcefully tugging on his other he stepped out from behind the screen, silently running a brush through his hair as he went. Ignoring the aggravating eyes that followed his now leather clad form he stood before the vanity dressing table in his room. Applying a thin line of black kohl to his eyelids, and lotion to his skin he turned away, satisfied that his appearance was now appealing enough to saunter around at the club.

 

Catching Frost and Kraven shake themselves, regaining their composure, he laughed boisterously, “You two need to comprehend the fact that you will never get a piece of this rear. It's mine and mine only.”

 

Kraven grunted, tearing himself away from the immense mirror, moving around behind the other vampire, and gripping his hips. A snarl passed over Yami's face, his fists clenching as cold breath ran across his ear, “I get what ever I want Yami.”

 

“You better hope that Valick does not come in here and see this,” Yami warned, a deep growl vibrating from his throat. Immediately the hands detached from his waist, the owner moving aside. “Don't touch me again, or you will be minus an arm.”

 

Storming towards the door Kraven snarled, turning the handle and shoving the double doors forcefully open, “You would not last in a fight against me.”

 

Ruby eyes narrowed viciously, torches being set deep within them, allowing a hot flame to burn unchecked in the icy depths, “When I was human I stood no chance. But now that I am a vampire, and unlike you, one that was turned by a master vampire, and not a drunken female who wanted a fuck to. I inherited Valick's powers. So now, it is you that stands no chance, Kraven.”

 

Grunting Kraven stormed out of the room, puffing like a child in a tantrum as he over exaggerated every footstep. Frost blinked once before following, snagging Yami's arm as he went and dragging the boy into the hall, barely allowing him to retrieve his jacket before hand.

 

Within seconds Yami found himself in the midst of an immense group of vampires, all clad in expensive leather garbs and chatting mindless amongst each other, rattling over the slim path that led through the dark woods. Twisting and winding like a great serpent in the night.

 

Heaving a sigh he quickly threw his hair up into a ponytail before crossing his arms over his torso, shivering in an attempt to bring some warmth into his system, this jacket was not warm enough for this frigid weather. Furiously rubbing the frigid flesh of his arms he peered towards the end of the winding road, the closer he walked towards it, the more he could see the bright streetlight illuminating it and guiding them into the city.

 

The other vampires with him growled at the light, hissing through their teeth at it furiously, some tossing the nearest rock at one, shattering the lamp and casting darkness across the street, waking the guard on duty and forcing him to crawl away whimpering in fear. Crimson eyes narrowed at that, he despised this sort of behavior; the vampires that he was with at the moment could not take on a trained human no matter how hard they tried. The only ones that could were Kraven, Frost, and himself.

 

Scowling he averted his attention to the city streets, remaining silent as the vampires gave up in their tormenting games and went back to mindlessly chattering. Winding around corners absently, Yami found himself absently staring towards the far end of the city, where the woods began again and a small path much like the one he had previously left snaked into the trees, disappearing out of his vision.

 

He could see the path straight down at the end of the street that he was upon at the moment; he stalled for a moment, stopping to peer down at the path with slight longing before he turned his gaze down the street to his left that the other vampires had already turned down. The club was in the center of the street, nearly three stories in height, with neon lights flashing brightly from within, nearly blinding as one hit his eyes. Snarling he moved his feet, unwillingly following the others into the club.

 

One, out of respect, held the door open for him, stopping the others and allowing him in first. Politely thanking him Yami stepped into the boisterous club, eyes narrowing at the intensity of the music around him, as the same vampire took his coat from his shoulders and moved to take it behind the counter, snarling at Kraven and Frost when they tried to dump their coats upon him.

 

Bodies moved sensually to the music, grinding together and writhing in utter pleasure as they allowed their senses to override their ration thought and take over. Shudders passed through them as they moved against their partner, eyes closing in euphoria, smirks passing over their features.

 

The music pulsated through his system, slowly mesmerizing him to it rhythm, allowing it the drag him out onto the dance floor, eyes closing as he felt his body begin to move. Hips moving to the beat, feet and arms following in suit, leading him through a heated dance. Admires watched the spectacle, some of the club regulars cheering him on, hooting and hollering over the throbbing of the music.

 

Widespread hands came around and gripped his hips from the back, pulling him gently back into a lean tall body. Un-phased by the attention Yami continued to dance, his new partner joining him in his rhythm. A small gasp escaped his lips as those strong hands moved down, pressing against his thighs as a hot mouth began to nip and suck at his neck, gentle enough not to leave marks, but with enough pressure to have him moaning.

 

Then, after relevantly four songs, his partner ceased in his movements, gripping him tightly around the waist in a vice like grip, holding him there and over powering him. Growling Yami lashed out at him, struggling wildly in his grasp, furiously trying to pry those burly arms from around his waist. Not noticing as the man dragged him towards the back door of the club until the cool air of the night hit his heated skin.

 

“Joey, get your ass over here,” the man snapped as he slammed the club door shut behind him, peering into the darkness of the alley with sharp golden eyes. His captive squirmed vigorously in his grasp, jerking him every which direction with strength that no human could posses. Having enough of this he spun the boy around and shoved him backwards.

 

In an instant Yami felt his body being brutally thrust against the wall, forcefully knocking the breath out of lungs, making him desperately gulp in thick mouthfuls of the heavy cool air. Swiftly regaining his composure the vampire snapped his previously closed eyes open, staring up heatedly into those of his captors, holding them evenly through the darkness of the alley.

 

Hazel eyes bore into his own, searching and prying. Rapidly those orbs narrowed, plaguing them with shadows, masking every emotion making them become ominous and sinister.

 

Joey, the other one, scrambled over to him nearly tripping on his trench coat in his haste. Stumbling to his partner's side, Joey reached out and pressed the cool blade of a dirk against Yami's throat, the pressure behind it forcing Yami to take chaste breaths.

 

“What do you want?” Yami snapped, wincing as the blade bit into his skin.

 

“Tell me where Nukpara is, and I might consider letting you go. Though I doubt it,” snapped the first one, snarling in the darkness, face inches from Yami's.

 

Shifting Yami crossed his arms over the mans torso, gasping as the cool metal of the flexible breastplate underneath the leather shirt met his skin, eyes snapping wide in realization. Biting his lip he adjusted his legs, resting them on either side of the man's hips, pressing tightly, his knee connecting with the cool metal of a pistol, thus confirming his fears. They were slayers.

 

Shoving his fear aside the vampire snarled, crimson eyes illuminating in the night, reflecting in the slayers eyes. “Get off!”

 

Grunting as he felt the vampire's knee connect with his groin, Westley groaned, hunching over slightly in pain. It was all his captive needed, instantly he felt an excruciating pain surge through the back of his head as a fist collided with it, sending him crashing to the concrete as the hurried fall of booted feet met his ear. Cursing under his breath he glared up at Joey, all the while gripping his wounded middle, “Chase him you moron, I'll call Blade and Seto. Don't let him get away!”

 

Nodding Joey did as bided, careening around the corner after the retreating figure of the vampire, all the while fumbling to get a firm grip on his pistol and dirk.

 

Ignoring the sounds of his pursuer Yami sprinted desperately down the streets towards the path, skidding around the corner he glanced briefly over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the other before continuing, holding back his snicker at the idea that he was obviously being chased by a rookie.

 

Feet pounding on the hard pavement, lungs heaving, and a wisp of white vapor emitting from his mouth as he breathed, Yami barely felt the cold as he ran, barely noticed the fact that had begun raining since he had entered the club. In the alleyway he had been concentrating too hard upon his captor to really care, but now it was causing him to slip on the sleek pavement, cursing constantly as he went, but relieved to see that his pursuer was in no better shape.

 

Suddenly, inches away from the path, he was blocked. A blur of black cut in front of him, thick familiar burly arms wrapping firmly around him, holding his struggling form firmly in place. Other footsteps rang in his ears, he counted three, not including his own and that of his new captor. Crying out he thrashed against his captors torso, shredding the leather and forcing the man to release his hold on him.

 

Stumbling back Yami straightened, eyes narrowing at the man before him before another came up behind him, pressing another dirk to his pulsing jugular. Groaning in defeat he peered around him, four slayers including the one holding him, one female the rest male, all clad in dark leather and equipped with elaborate weaponry.

 

Slackening he stared at the one that had taken hold of him before he had reached the path, the breath leaving his throat instantly as his gaze ran over the mans lithe familiar form. Dark chocolate hair was plastered to the soft pale skin that he had known once before, the long strands of hair draping loosely over icy cerulean eyes, emotionless and cold.

 

Recognition surged through him, mouth falling open and eyes snapping wide. “Seto?”

 

Dark blue eyes narrowed, prying Yami's body apart for a moment with his gaze before he cautiously stepped forward. Long fingers reached out, running through soft crimson and ebony hair before reaching the elastic that was pining the hair to the boys scalp. Gripping it he pulled it out, a small gasp escaping his mouth before he stumbled backwards, eyes filled with bewilderment.

 

“Yami?”

 

Hanging his head Yami bit his lip, suddenly ashamed to lock gazes with the brunette, “Yes, it's me.” Unexpectedly a soft hand ran over his neck, pressing softly against the long scar, bringing a minuet moan from his lips, relishing in the warmth that hand brought him.

 

“Where is Valick, and the elite guard, should they not be watching you,” Seto demanded, signaling for the slayer behind Yami to move aside. “Is it really you, or the vampire that you have been transformed into trying to pull something?”

 

Snarling Yami glared heatedly at Seto, “Does it seem like I am a vampire doing Valick's will. If I was any vampire in general I would have ran by now, most vampires would prefer to die by another vampires hands then by that of a slayer. I thought that you would have known that.”

 

Grunting Seto shoved his pistol back in its compartment at his hip, “I was just taking some precautions Yami, nothing more. After all, I have not seen you in two years, and being imprisoned can really change a person.”

 

“Well no shit,” Yami snapped, crossing his arms, shivering against the cold rain water that continued to pelt against him.

 

Cerulean eyes widened for a second in shock, before they narrowed again, “The vulgarity.”

 

“Fuck it,” Yami grunted, rapidly becoming irritated as his flesh slowly become numb from the bitter rain. “When you are surrounded by vampires for two years, you stop really caring about keeping your mouth clean. Besides, vampires are not innocent.”

 

“That much is apparent,” grunted Westley, moving around from behind Yami, taking his position at Seto's side. “I am assuming that he is Bakura's brother, the boy from the prophecy,” he said to Seto.

 

Nodding Seto peered at Yami, spotting the shivering he quickly divested himself of his jacket and draped it around Yami's shoulders, pulling the boy to him. Yami resisted at first, stiffening in his grip but rapidly relaxing into his familiar warmth. Sighing deeply Yami snuggled into Seto's torso, closing his eyes; it had been a long time since he had felt like this, warm and safe.

 

Blade grunted, averting himself from the spectacle, someone needed to be on their guard. The fact that Yami was out here, alone and without any guards following in his absence was unnerving. Peering through the rain towards the end of the street he growled deep in his throat, rapidly removing his sword from the badelt on his back.

“We've got company.”

 

Breaking apart Seto and Yami peered down towards the end of the street, Joey and West standing on either side of them. Gasps escaping their lips as they spotted their adversaries striding down the street towards them, barely affected by the freezing rain.

 

Yami moaned in fear, immediately moving behind Seto and desperately gripping his arm. His shivering increasing as his eyes locked with a pair of furious crimson not but twenty meters away.

 

A/N: sorry that this took so long again, and I think the end was kinda rushed, but, I felt bad for not updating. Hope you enjoyed ^^ Ja ne