Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Innocent Dark ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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 6/? (have to start planning it out ^^… I am doing that now with Past to be Forgotten as well…that way I don't screw it up)

A/N: Again I am really sorry about this.. I have had such a horrendous writers block lately that its not even funny… plus I am going on a cruise soon, and have had to prepare for that, and all the exams and quizzes I have had lately in science, German, and Math are starting to kill, and the fact that they are worth more than seventy percent of my mark is not helping my nerves.

As well, I am sorry if this chappie seems rushed, I'm just trying to get something up so that people don't think that I have stopped these fics.

INNOCENT DARK 

CHAPTER SIX 

Bitter rain pelted down upon him, but he barely felt it as he continued to stare into those deep crimson eyes, those same eyes that had haunted him for the past two years, those same eyes that mocked him every time he was forced through his punishments. Shuddering he diverted his attention to the ground, suppressing the cold shiver that pulsed through him, and trying desperately to extinguish the flame of fear that was burning deep within his heart.

 

“I still have one hour left,” he snapped, lifting his crimson irises towards the master vampire, snarling at him through the darkness and rain. “Why are you out here? In the rain I might add.”

 

Valick snarled, his seething anger clear as he stalked towards the group like a panther in the night, his fists clenched in fury, “Obviously it is a good thing that I decided to have a little feast tonight. Otherwise I would not have caught you trying to get away again,” he snapped vehemently.

 

Growling Yami clenched his fist, preparing to move towards his enemy before a strong hand took a hold of arm, yanking him back. Glancing up at its owner he snarled, “Let me go Seto,” he snapped, fury overriding reason.

 

Cold cerulean eyes snapped towards him, glaring at him warningly, “As soon as I do that,” the slayer hissed, pulling the boy flush against his side. “He will take his chance to snatch you. Do you want that Yami?”

 

Peering up at the slayer Yami heaved a breath, averting his attention to the ground yet again, this time in shame, “No.”

 

“Then go to your cousins and let them take you to Banah,” he snapped, his grip upon Yami's arm tightening, his voice stern and commanding. “Let us handle Valick and his men.”

 

Blinking in bewilderment Yami glanced back at the slayers, briefly forgetting about Valick, “Cousins?”

 

His eyes scanned over the group, soon locking with the woman. Though her golden curls now lay limp past her shoulders he could still see the similarity within her, along with Joey. He could see his mother in both of them, it was faint yes, but it was still there. They must have been the family that his parents had spoken of years ago.

 

The woman smiled at him, extending her hand to him, “Come on hun,” she advised.

 

Glancing back at Valick he narrowed his eyes, taking in the vampire's obvious hunger and slight weakness from having not feed in well over a week. Shifting his gaze to Seto he smirked, signaling for Seto to lean forward. Obediently the slayer lowered his head, allowing Yami to whisper in his ear, “Go for his lower back, and hit it as hard as you can.”

 

“How do you know that that will work,” Seto snapped, keeping his voice low as he pressed his lips to Yami's ear. “He's a master vampire, barely anything fazes him.”

 

Yami gripped the front of his shirt, shredding the soaking material with his nails, “You have forgotten that I have been alone for the last two years, I have had to defend myself against him when he forces himself upon me. I have found that - when he has not fed in days - that the particular spot that I told you, is crippling for him when hit.”

 

“Uh, Yami,” said West, gripping the vampire and pushing him back towards Joey. Receiving a glare from the vampire West held up his hands, pointing to the vampires before them. “You three need to go before you can't.”

 

“Right,” Seto murmured, shoving Yami gently in Joey's direction, ignoring the furious glare that he received from the boy.

 

Gripping the boy's arm Joey pulled him back, shielding him with his frame before smirking cockily at Valick, “Looks like little Mr. Pansy ass is going to lose his catch tonight,” he chuckled, only to receive a hard punch to his back from one of the surrounding vampires, forcing him to stumble forward and release Yami.

 

"Hey now," he shouted, straightening up and turning around, facing the vampire with fervor. "You just try that again!"

 

His mouth seemed to be getting him no where at the moment as he was forced to duck suddenly to match the vampire's quick reaction, and kicking low caught the living dead in the stomach shoving him backwards with vehemence.

 

Yami's footfalls were getting further and further away, so it was with some comfort that they drew their weapons and leveled them at Valick.

 

The three of them, Joey, Blade and West shoved the others into a narrow alley way behind them. Blocking the narrow route instantly they faced their advancing adversaries, the flat black of their pistols blending into the dim light. Slowly they backed up, moving away from the Elite guard.

 

Valick and his men didn't move, only stared down the alley towards the retreating humans, following them rapidly. West covered the others as they started up the fire escape ladder that was their escape route, when one of the guardsmen quickly rushed forward.

 

West froze in his tracks, realizing his predicament he swiftly lifted his berretta aiming it at the vampire rapidly releasing a burst of fire from his gun, two shots of the three shots lodging themselves in the chest of the oncoming creature, its body sinking stunned to the ground as he swiftly regained his composure and moved towards the ladder.

 

Gripping the slick cool metal he clambered up the ladder step by step, watching with slightly horrified eyes as the vampires swiftly followed him, gaining upon him as he shoved himself over the reinforcement wall.

 

“West!” called Seto from the edge of the building, opposite of West. Waving his hand through the rain water he signaled for his comrade to follow. “Let's go!”

 

Nodding West scrambled towards Seto, slipping slightly upon the slick, reaching Seto the two of them glanced back briefly, hissing at the sight of the vampires behind them. Springing up onto the edge of the retaining wall they launched themselves towards the roof not but a few meters away, landing alongside Blade, urging themselves onward to the next building.

 

The three of them began to run, leaping rooftop to rooftop, their footfalls beating a rhythmic cadence against the concrete and shingle. The soft, rushing whisper of the vampires behind them countered their beat and slowly grew louder, mingling with the cascading rainfall around them and creating an eerie music that echoed around them.

 

Before them, through the dim of the night they could see Yami, Mai, and Joey moving down a nearby ladder, escaping to the city streets and moving towards the woods out skirting Aldahem, moving to sprint along the paths towards Banah. This sent a wave of comfort through the three of them as they continued to run on, not stopping in their sprint, their determination to protect the younger three overwhelming them.

 

West lagged slightly behind the others, the distance increasing with every jump that he made from one building to another. Then as he finally realized that his pace was lacking vigor he stumbled, before him was a long leap, and his hesitation and lack of coordination cost him as he leapt. Instantly he felt a slight push on his hip, the resulting spin causing him to land poorly and the resounding crack of snapping bones to echo throughout the metropolitan night.

 

Moments later the attacking vampire landed on top of him, and West barely had time to raise his weapon before he was brutally smashed in the nose. Semi blinded, West reversed the hold on his pistol and whipped the weapon into the face of his opponent.

 

The guard rolled off of him and he followed up instantly, his original attack continuing with another three shots into the creatures head. It lay still and limp as he back into the retaining wall, stumbling from the lack of movement in his broken limb.

 

Seto and Blade were rushing toward him, their weapons out and directed towards their adversaries when two blurs dropped beside West and whisked him away, launching into the air. A pair of deep cerulean and dark chocolate instantly following the night walkers as they carried their struggling prize towards the center of the city and out of their vision range.

 

"Bastards!" Blade raised his weapon and fired blindly at the retreating figures, his rage overwhelming him and taking over his rational thought.

 

Seto reached forward and grabbed him by the shoulder, yanking him away. "Its too late for him, Blade, we have to get out of here."

 

Elsewhere, West lay crumpled and crippled on the wet ground. His leg bled, as did his face and other wounds received in transit. Valick looked down at him. "You are a pathetic creature, slayer. Look at you, injured...weak. I will gibe you an option, Die now, or live as one of us."

 

West looked back at the master Vampire with a gaze of pure hatred. "Death," he said, spitting contemptuously at him. Valick grinned maliciously, crimson eyes flashing hungrily in the night. Moments later, anguished screams could be heard echoing across the night mingling with the pounding of the rain.

 

Nearly blinded by the rain water the two slayers barreled down the nearest fire escape, sliding down with ease and careening through the alleyway towards the woods, the need to see that the other three made it forcing them onward at a breakneck pace.

 

Leaping over fallen trees, avoiding the eccentric bush, and careening around any tree that stood in their path they sprinted towards their home, praying to themselves that the vampires had not done to the other three like they had done to West. Stumbling onto the path they spotted three crouched figures further down the paths, their dark forms highlighted by the golden flashes of lightning that littered the black sky above.

 

Duel sighs of relief left their lips as they dashed along the path towards them, their thick boots slipping in the slick mud. Dropping to his knees Seto reached out, not caring that he had a reputation to up hold as he pulled Yami's heaving figure into his arms, holding the boy almost desperately to him. Yami gasped at the sudden contact, stiffening at first then slackening in Seto grip, unsure of what to do.

 

“Seto?” he panted questionly, sensing something off with the situation.

 

“Let's get you home,” Seto murmured, not wanting to explain himself as he rose to his feet, taking Yami with him and shielding the boy's body with his trench coat and larger frame. “The sun will be rising soon, raining or not you need to be inside.”

 

Yami merely nodded and allowed the slayer to hold him tightly as they strode down the path, the trees around them partially shielding them from the pelting rain. The thunder shook the ground with every roar it let out, and the lighting became their only light in the dim. They were silent as they trekked through the mud, eyes barely focusing upon anything as they moved, somnolence overwhelming them.

 

Swaying upon his feet Yami closed his eyes, unconsciously leaning against Seto as they stepped into a vast open field cloaked by the darkness. He could feel his weakness bearing down upon him, the fact that he had not fed in weeks becoming known. He stumbled, gripping Seto's shirt tightly for support as to keep himself steady.

 

Tightening his hold upon the boy Seto glanced down at him, only then spotting the ghostly paleness in the boys flesh. Instantly, and without regret, Seto lifted Yami into his arms, ignoring the boy's weak protests and struggles as he strode towards his home, the immense castle finally swinging into view.

 

Crimson eyes lifted, bitter rain water invading his vision as he stared at the castle before him in awe. Tall spires, smooth gray stone, deep navy shingled roof tops, and High ramparts meet his vision, along with the immense perimeter walls surrounding the area that they had just entered.

 

Glancing back over Seto's shoulders he noticed two large doors being closed by four burly guards, not remembering seeing them as he entered moments before. Heaving a sigh he surrendered to the slayer, slackening in his grip and resting his head contently against his shoulder, murmuring a small thank you as his eyes began to drift shut.

 

Joey and Mai dashed ahead of them, reaching the double doors at the entrance and shoving them open revealed to the elegance within. Crimson eyes immediately began to drink in the sight before him as Seto carried him inside, meeting the warmth that instantly surrounded him.

 

Deep red wood paneling met his gaze; stark against the soft blue paint upon the exposed upper half's of the walls. Before him was an immense common room, a high ceiling towering over head; intricate carvings within the dark wood above and gold filigree.

 

Young teenagers sat amongst each other in the lavish furniture, chatting mindlessly as they poured over stacks of paper, books, and quills, working away as they went.

 

A fire crackled in the hearth, showering the group before it with warmth as they sat bundled in thick sweaters and night gowns. The golden glow of the flames and the few lit candles around them casting a soft glow over the young faces and pictures that were placed evenly on the walls.

 

“Great sweet Ra,” Yami murmured, gaining the attention of the teenagers. “It's beautiful.”

 

Seto smiled at the awed expression upon the boy's face, it immediately reminded him of that same expression that the young boy had given him years ago as he and Bakura practiced outside with their wooden swords. It was adorable in his mind at the time, but now that Yami had grown and matured by two years the image was more alluring then it had been so long ago.

 

“Let's get you out of those clothes and into a hot bath, we don't need you catching anything,” Mai smiled, moving around in front of Seto and taking the slayers jacket tossed it aside for the servants to clear up. “I'll scrounge around for something that might fit him, why don't you take him for a bath Seto.”

 

Reluctantly Seto placed Yami upon the floor, helping with firm hands to stabilize him briefly as Yami wobbled in weakness before leading him towards the grand staircase nearby. Yami closed his eyes, too tired at the moment to take in his surroundings as Seto led him upstairs. Moaning he leaned against Seto again, his inner child leaking through as he clung to Seto's arm, not wanting the slayer to leave him.

 

He barely acknowledged the sound of running water and Seto sitting him down upon a toilet. The only thing that his mind registered was Seto murmuring that he would be right back, he lifted his head and nodded somnolently watching as Seto briefly vacated the room.

 

Upon re-entering Seto found Yami nearly asleep upon the toilet, he chuckled lightly at this, instantly receiving a half glare from the vampire as he placed a towel upon the tiled floor. Smirking he quickly closed the door and knelt down before the vampire, “Strip down and get in.”

 

Yami narrowed his eyes, snorting he crossed his arms, “Turn around and maybe I will,” he snapped.

 

Rolling his eyes Seto rose to his feet, turning away from the young vampire, allowing him to change in peace, all the while resting the urge to turn and allow his eyes to ravish the supple flesh that would be revealed to him. The sound of a body slipping into the tub reached his ears, turning he found Yami semi-submerged in the water, the only thing remaining visible through the thick foam of bubbles was his head and shoulders.

 

Blinking he knelt at the edge of the tub, Yami instantly quirking a brow at him as he dipped a nearby cloth into the boiling water and coated it with liquid soap. Realizing what it was that the slayer was intending upon doing Yami drew his knees up to his torso, glaring furiously at the slayer. “I can wash myself you know.”

 

Chuckling deeply Seto leaned back, “I wasn't implying that,” he stated, gripping Yami's arm and wrenching it forward. Yami growled, yanking his arm away with strength that Seto never believed the boy could posses. Crocking a brow he leaned against the edge of the tub. “I am doing this to make sure that you do not fall asleep and drown yourself.”

 

Yami snorted and taking the cloth from Seto's hand began to scrub his own flesh, “A vampire cannot die that easily, you can chain one to an anchor and allow them to sink to the bottom of the ocean, and they will not die. Let me take care of myself, I have been doing that for the past two years.”

 

Reluctantly Seto nodded, rising to his feet and silently vacating the room, briefly glancing back at the young boy as he took the cloth and began to lather himself with soap, before closing the door. Heaving a sigh he strode down the hallway, intent on finding someone.

 

His flesh was rapidly turning red from how vigorously he was scrubbing, intent upon his task and not allowing his mind to stray. He had not been able to bath properly since his last punishment nearly two weeks ago, the only thing masking that fact was the lavish amount of scented oils and perfumes lathering his flesh. At the moment, he was intent on removing those said oils, along with any dead flesh and filth that coated his skin.

 

Crimson eyes narrowed in frustration as he dropped the cloth in the water, staring at the scrapes that he had just created from his scrubbing, thick ruby blood seeped slowly out of the thin wounds, mingling with the water and spreading till it was naught but a pale shade.

 

Growling deeply he reached back under the water, fishing about along the porcelain surface to find the cloth. Once his digits ran over the rough material he removed it from the water, pressing it tightly over the miniscule wound, the mere sight of blood was causing his stomach to growl with hunger.

 

Removing the cloth after several minutes he was satisfied that the bleeding had stopped and that he could continue. Once he was done scrubbing his hair and body he rapidly removed himself from the water, staring at it in disgust. The liquid was no longer clear; it had turned into a concoction of crimson, brown, and thick chunks of dead flesh that he had peeled off. Thrusting his hand into the disgusting liquid he pulled the plug on the drain, rinsing his hand under the tap before drying off.

 

Once he had finished wrapping the towel around his waist he moved to vacate the room, wanting desperately to find Mai and retrieve his set of clothes from her. But she beat him to it, knocking upon the door before opening it, smiling brightly at him and holding up the set of clothes for him. “They will have to do until we take you to the seamstress,” she said sweetly.

 

“Thank you,” he said, smiling as best as he could before taking the clothing presented to him. “Thank you Mai, for helping me.”

 

Gently she patted his shoulder, winking at him before turning, “What are cousins for hun, Seto should be along in a minute to take you to your room. Otherwise, change in the bathroom and stay in there, you will easily get lost in here I can guarantee it.”

 

“Thank you,” he murmured again before closing the door, placing his makeshift outfit upon the counter. His eyes narrowed slightly in uncertainty at the shades of the outfit, deep forest green, soft yellow, and ebony leather

 

Pulling on the long tunic, breeches, leather boots, and simplistic jacket he sat upon the toilette, twiddling his thumbs as he waited for Seto. He did not have to wait long, within minutes Seto knocked briskly upon the door, not waiting for him to answer before shoving it open and signaling for him to follow.

 

“Do not pay attention to your surroundings, just follow me for now and you will be fine until someone takes you on a tour tomorrow night. The sun will be rising soon and I need to get you out of the hallway,” Seto expounded, walking rapidly along the darkened hallways, forcing Yami to nearly jog to keep up with his superior speed.

 

Rounding corners and striding down long deserted hallways Yami ignored Seto's command as stared at the walls in fascination, admiring the painted portraits and pictures that he passed on his way. All the while noticing that all the curtains were drawn, creating dark shadows through out the corridors. Before Valick had taken him these things would have frightened him, but now, they were a small comfort to him, reminding him that he was alive.

 

He was snapped out of his admiration as Seto thrust a door open at the end of a hallway, gently urging him inside with a slight push. Stumbling inside he rounded on the slayer, narrowing his eyes in warning before he directed his attention on the room before him, the soft golden glow of a candle light immediately filling his vision.

 

Crimson eyes widened in shock as his gaze fell upon a young man propped up upon his bed, covers pooling around his waist as he held a leather bound book in his hands, deep chocolate eyes scanning the pages at a rapid pace. Thick snowy hair toppled down past his shoulders in uneven layers, bangs of the same unique shade falling into his face as he continued to read. The golden glow of the candle light illuminating his deeply tanned flesh.

 

His breath was caught in his throat, a small gasp escaping in recognition. The sound catching the attention of the occupant of the bed, chocolate eyes lifting to fall upon him, utter shock passing over his firm handsome features.

 

“Yami,” the man murmured, lifting himself from the bed, allowing his book to drop unnoticed to the floor loudly.

 

Finding his voice Yami croaked out, crimson eyes filling with tears of joy as he launched himself at the other man, wrapping his arms around him tightly as he cried out, “Gods Bakura, I missed you so much.”

 

A/N: Hey guys, again, lol… anyway I hope that this chapter was worth the wait, and sorry again for it taking so long for me to write, I have been berating myself about it for such a long time, along with my other two that I have been stuck on. And I will warn you all right now, I am still horribly stuck on Living Dead, but I am now working on Past to be Forgotten ^^ hopefully I can get that chappie done this weekend. Cross ur fingers ^^

R and R please, reviews greatly appreciated.

Ja ne