Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Innocent Dark ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

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 7/? (have to start planning it out ^^… I am doing that now)

A/N: Sorry that this has taken me so long, haven't been having the greatest of luck the last few months. My parents got divorced in august when my German exchange partner arrived, then I got Costochondritis which is a chronic illness, and my mother and I have since moved into a new apartment. I have also been practically babysitting my exchange partner because she was a little bitch and like to do things the wrong way, or without permission. But, now that she is gone, and that my mother and I are done moving, hopefully life will start resembling some normalcy. Well, minus the costochiondritis, supposedly it will be here for at least six months >< (six million bloody drugs later….on 5 different meds for it at the moment…plus cold medicine for my cold X.X dies)

Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter.

INNOCENT DARK 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

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

 

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 never thought I would see you again!”

 

Bakura gasped sharply as tears began to course down his face, his delight radiating from his form as he held his brother tightly, pressing chaste kisses to his face and shoulders. Choking back a sob he tightened his grip around his brother, pulling him impossibly closer, “Are you alright?” he questioned.

 

“I am now,” Yami murmured against his brother's shoulder, crimson eyes shifting upward, meeting Bakura's deep russet eyes.

 

That statement was instantly shattered as suddenly Yami shuddered in somnolence, the breath escaping him as he slackened in Bakura's arms, the energy flowing from him like water cascading over a cliff. Bakura grunted in surprise, his knees buckling under the unexpected weight and forcing him to the floor. Concern crept over him, forcing him to shift his brother so that he was sitting upon his lap, head resting against his shoulder.

 

He could feel Yami's torso heaving as he reached upwards, tentatively running a tender hand over his brother's clammy flesh, hissing at the bitter coolness that he felt. Taking in the dramatic loss of colour in Yami's perspiration dampened flesh he turned towards Seto, about to ask a favor, but Seto had beaten him to it.

 

“I'll go get Blade,” the Slayer said instantaneously, before racing out of the room, closing the door boisterously behind him.

 

“Bakura?” Yami murmured,

 

Narrowing his eyes Bakura ran gentle digits through his brother's hair, damp from sweat and water from his bath. Snarling he pressed a firm kiss to Yami's brow, “How long has it been since your last feeding?” he forced, clearly unwilling to ask the question.

 

“Not including a half glass every three days… two weeks,” Yami heaved, eyes slipping shut as his tiredness began to override his mind.

 

“Why so long?”

 

“Convalescence.”

 

“From?” Bakura questioned, digits stroking his brother's face, forcing the young man to peer up at him with milky eyes. Concern swept over him as Yami curled up against him, eyes closing and a minute moan passing from him lips. “Yami, tell me.”

 

“I will,” Yami stated simply, taking a shaken breath before directing his vision upon Bakura's face. “But for now…I just want to be with you. I never thought that I would see you again, and now that I am, I still need to be convinced that this is not a dream.”

 

Russet eyes softened, a ghost of a smile creeping across Bakura's features, “Alright,” he murmured, tightening his grip around his sibling. “Lets get you up to the bed, you obviously need to rest.”

 

“Thank you,” Yami murmured, holding back a moan as Bakura hefted him carefully to his feet, the tenderness that his brother possessed still amazing him. He was unstable, swaying slightly even in his brother's grip, forcing Bakura to instantly lay him down upon the bed, resting his head upon the plush pillow.

 

Pressing a kiss to his brother's brow Bakura smiled, face brightening as Yami returned the gesture. Heaving a sigh he leaned over and held his brother close, cradling his head against his shoulder, “I can assure you Yami, I am no dream, and I promise to protect and stay with you from now on, I wont break that promise again.”

 

“Kura',” Yami murmured softly, fisting his hands in his brother's shirt, not caring about the weakness and innocence that he was showing. “You never did.”

 

“But…” Bakura started, only to be silenced as his brother's smooth hand gently covered his mouth. Blinking he pulled back, glancing down at his sibling and peering into those crimson orbs.

 

“You never did,” Yami continued, reaching up with one of his hands to caress his brother's shoulder comfortingly. “We did not stand a chance against Valick's men, and you know that. All that matters is that you tried, that we tried, to stay away from them. You did not break your promise Bakura, trust me, you tried your best to protect me, and that's all that matters.”

 

Feeling his bottom lip begin to quiver and tears well up in his eyes Bakura bit his lip and held his brother close, instantly laying along side him and shielding his body from the doorway with his own. “Gods Yami I missed you.”

 

“And I you,” Yami whispered, snuggling his head against Bakura's shoulder. “Love you, brother.”

 

“Love you too,” Bakura murmured, smiling gently and rubbing Yami's back gently pressed another kiss to his brow. “Now sleep, the blood that Seto will be bringing up can wait till tomorrow night. Rest, I'll wake you when the sun has gone down, and I will stay with you till it has arisen.”

 

“Thank you,” Yami muttered, closing his eyes and curling blissfully in his brother's warmth, security sweeping over him for the first time in years, the magnitude of it causing him to shudder and drift off to sleep, a small smile creeping over his face.

 

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Deep sleep had overwhelmed him, his somnolence from the night before forcing him into a dreamless slumber. He had barely felt Bakura leave him later in the morning, and had not heard the young woman who came in to quickly tidy the spacious room not long after noontide. He needed blood, his mind and body reminded him of this factor as the day slowly began to draw to a close and the sun outside began to set into the west, it's orange and golden rays unable to penetrate the silken black curtains covering the grand scale windows within the room.

 

Voices from within the hallway startled him into alertness. Crimson eyes, vibrant with the minimal amount of energy that his sleep granted him, darted about the room in caution. Seeing no one, only the soft silver glow of the moonlight sifting into the room, he sighed with relief and lay back down. His body was still resilient, refusing to move, aside from rolling onto his back to allow him to stare at the ceiling.

 

He rapidly decided against leaving the room, confirming that the action would only get him either lost, or attacked by any one unknowing as to who he was. Besides, he barely had the energy to move.

 

Grunting he averted his attention to allow him to absorb the appearance of the room, having not paid much attention to it the night before.

 

Three lavish beds of dark mahogany were place in even intervals between the long windows upon the wall opposite to the door. Three desks, dressers, and wardrobes were placed about evenly as well, emphasizing the fact that three people clearly shared this room.

 

The same wood paneling that he had viewed in the other areas of the castle, were repeated again in this room. Save the walls above it were a brilliant ice blue, more comforting and youthful than the softer blue in the rest of the castle.

 

A single window seat was stationed in the middle of the room at the largest window between the beds. It was long enough to easily fit a rather tall man and, allow him to stretch out comfortably. Lush pillows of crimson, cerulean, olive, and amethyst adorned it for decoration, along with beautiful crocheted blankets.

 

Interested to view the grounds, and test out the seat, he removed himself slowly from the bed, hissing at the weakness within him as his joints cracked and muscles stiffened. Glaring heatedly at the floor he took a deep breath to ease his pains before moving in a robotic fashion towards the seat. Gingerly he sat down upon it, groaning appreciatively at the softness of the cushion.

 

Smiling he thrust the curtains aside and, allowing the moonlight to bath his form in its enchanted embrace, laid down and rested his head upon a pillow with a blanket wrapped tightly around him. Sighing blissfully he stared absently out the window, absorbing the view of simplistic stone paths, statues, and lush green grass laid out before him, all of it glowing in the silver of the moon.

 

Closing his eyes he snuggled into the pillows, immediately sleep began to over come him again and he felt ready to succumb to it. Inhaling deeply he wrapped his arms around one of the pillows, pulling it to his torso, I could easily get used to this.

 

Suddenly a sharp searing pain ripped through his neck, burning and blinding, causing him to cry out in anguish and desperately cover the said area with his hands. Feeling a warm thick liquid beginning to coat his hands he retracted them away, and through the haze of the pain peered at them in the darkness. Crimson blood dribbled down from his fingers, creating small puddles upon his yellow shirt.

 

Realization dawned on him as he recovered his neck, forcing himself into a sitting position he stumbled off the window seat and towards the door. Valick, the cowardice bastard, he thought heatedly, collapsing upon the floor groaning in agony, hunching over against the pain.

 

“Gods help me.”

 

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“They want to see him Bakura,” sighed Ryder, sitting back in his seat staring intently across the desk at his nephew. “I cannot stop my sister from seeing her child, along with Ramsey.”

 

Russet eyes narrowed angrily, fists clenching tightly till the knuckles turned while. “Then I will.”

 

Heaving a sigh, Ryder ran sweat soaked digits through his ebony hair, “Why are you so intent upon this? They are your parents, Yami is your brother, don't you want them together again?”

 

“Not my father,” Bakura growled, gripping the edge of his seat in agitation. “I know that Yami still has not forgiven him…and neither have I. If I will allow anyone to see him it will be my mother, but even her I am not sure that it would be a good idea, it may overwhelm him.”

 

Scowling Ryder rose to his feet stiffly, stretching briefly before moving around to his nephew, gripping Bakura's shoulder he forced the young man to look up at him. “He is a vampire now Bakura…not an innocent little boy.”

 

“Do you honestly think that I don't know that!” Bakura bellowed, glaring heatedly at his uncle. “He's seventeen years old, almost eighteen; I know that he is not a child.”

 

“Then you should know that he can make decisions for himself by now,” Ryder insisted angrily, his frustration level rising.

 

“I know that he is unstable at the moment,” Bakura snapped, shoving his uncles hand away from his shoulder. Sitting down he glared at his uncle, the intensity in his gaze causing Ryder to shudder slightly where he stood. “He is probably still not sure what to think about his freedom. If you have already forgotten, Uncle, he was incarcerated by Valick for well over two years!”

 

The disruptive sound of the door being slammed open stopped Ryder from commenting as Joey scrambled into the room, Mai following closely behind him in a more graceful manner. Ryder and Bakura quickly exchanged glances before peering at the two young slayers, “What is it Joellin? Mai?”

 

Panting Joey straightened, golden eyes filled with concern, “Valick and the elite guard were spotted entering the gates, none of us could stop him. The sentry men were killed, and he's demanding to see Yami. Father…he has a prisoner…one of us, well, was us.”

 

Narrowing his gaze Ryder moved towards his son, Bakura following behind him, “Who?” he questioned.

 

Mai peered at her Father, violet eyes agleam with fear, “Angel...”

 

Expressions of shock cross the faces of Bakura and Ryder, both disbelieving of the statement.

 

Regaining his composure Bakura stammered, “But he's been dead, has been for three years, the Elite guard killed him…”

 

Shaking her head Mai stepped back towards the doors in urgency, “Obviously not, because he is out there being used as a hostage. Now, are we going to just stand here, or are we going to help him and get Valick away from here before he finds Yami.”

 

“He already has,” Joey murmured from where he stood by the window. Averting towards the others he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. “Yami's already down there…Seto's protecting him and Blade is holding him back.”

 

Fear flashed in Bakura's eyes before anger took over. Growling he grabbed his sword from where he left it against the chair and barreled down the hallway; Ryder, Joey, and Mai scrambling after him, silent prayers upon their lips.

 

Grunting in exertion Blade adjusted his grip upon the young vampire, his stunned expression at the strength that the boy possessed evident as he struggled to keep a hold upon him. Even in Yami's weakened state he found it immensely difficult to keep a firm hold upon him as the raging vampire screamed at Valick, the malice in his voice clear.

 

“He has nothing to do with this, let him go!” Yami bellowed, crimson eyes glowing eerily in his rage. “Leave him alone!”

 

A low chuckle emitted from Valick, the very sound forcing Ayami to shiver in fear and fall still in Blade's arms. Eyes of blood lifted to him, his anger and rage boiling within the steely depths. A single hand reached out, a long nail scraping across the back of Angel's neck forcing the kneeling vampire top cringe in anguish and disgust, soft hazel eyes lifting to Yami, his fear and brotherly love emitting from his gaze.

 

“As I have said, little one, his life will be spared if you return with me,” Valick grinned, pearly fangs visible. “That's all you have to do to save him my pet. Come to me, and he will be free.”

 

Yami slackened completely, the sudden weight throwing Blade off balance and forcing him to relinquish his hold upon him. He had no strength left to fight, no courage to resist. His mind was foggy, only Valick's words echoed within his head. The sound of Seto removing his gun from it's holster reached his ears, no that of the bang of the castle doors being shoved aside and Bakura frantically running to him, calling his name and demanding why he had come out here. The feeling of his brother's hands trying to shake him was not there, he felt nothing, not even the chill of the air around him.

 

Blearily Bakura turned his gaze to Valick, “What the hell did you do to him, tell me!”

 

Chuckling Valick kneeled down behind his captive, continuing to run his nails along the vampire's neck and jaw line. “I threatened the only thing that has been precious to him since I took him away from you. You see, Bakura, Angel has been the one taking care of him, taking your position of protective older brother. He has been all that Yami could cling to and be comforted by. That is all I have done, but obviously it was enough to snap him back into the gravity of the situation.”

 

“You Bastard,” Bakura hissed out, wrapping his arms around Yami protectively.

 

Grinning Valick gripped Angel's shoulder tightly, his nails digging roughly into soft flesh, “Come on my pet, don't force me to hurt you again, you know how much I hate marring your skin.”

 

Ruby eyes snapped up, the haziness that had been in the moments ago gone as pain filled them and a harsh cry ripped from his lips as the pain in his neck returned full forced. Convulsing he reached up and covered the wound, fingers sliding through the new blood that was flowing from the wound. Hissing he felt the cracking within his mouth again, the fangs sharpening and becoming more prominent against his will. The need to feed raging through his veins as he tried to resist the change.

 

“Don't resist child, it always wins,” Valick murmured, his voice only reaching Yami's sharp ears. “Always…the thirst.”

 

“Shut up!” Yami screamed in frustration, absently shoving Bakura away from him as he rose to his feet, eyes locking upon Valick.

 

“Yami!” Angel cried out, crimson eyes locking upon him instantly. “Don't you dare give in, my life is worthless, the only reason why I remained with Valick was to watch over you. You are free now, don't give up at freedom for me, I wont stand for it!”

 

A rough fist silenced Angel, the blow sending the young vampire to the ground, “Shut your trap you insolent snake,” Valick bellowed.

 

A shot rang out in the air, a single hot bullet ripping through Valick's hand tearing a cry of startled anguish from the vampire. Spinning around Valick glared in vicious anger at the culprit. Yami stood firm, Seto's berretta in his hands. Snarling he averted back to Angel, an arm snapping out to grab a hold of the captive and drag him to his feet. Glaring at Yami he snapped, “You will pay for that little stunt my pet.”

 

Yami's scream of grief echoed in the air mingling with Angel's cry of pain as Valick's hand slammed into his torso, twisting and digging until it reached what it was searching for. Screaming shrilly Angel collapsed to the ground as his heart was shredded within him, his body convulsing at the pain as the last of his blood began to seep out of him.

 

Blindly Yami squeezed the trigger another time, this time hitting Valick in the shoulder as the vampire tossed Angel towards the ground. Tears coursed down his face as he tossed the gun aside and dashed towards his fallen friend, ignoring the bellowed warnings from Seto, Ryder, and Bakura. Dropping to the ground he kneeled over Angel, one hand gripping one of his and the other cupping his friends cheek.

 

“I'm so sorry Angel, I'm sorry…” he sobbed. “You don't deserve this.”

 

A weary smile crossed Angel's face, he could not hear Valick and the guards retreating from the hurried gunfire from the slayers, all he could hear and see was Yami's face. “You freed me Yami, I wanted this, I cannot live the way I have been any more. You're safe now…you don't need me anymore.”

Burying his head against Angel's shoulder Yami cried, ignoring the cool blood that was soaking through his clothing from Angel's wound. “You're wrong, I still need you, don't you dare leave Angel, please I still need you.”

 

“Don't cry Yami,” Angel murmured out, a small river of blood seeping from the corners of his lips. “I hate seeing you cry.”

 

“Yami you fool,” bellowed Bakura as he reached him, gripping his brother's shoulders tightly. “What were you thinking.”

 

A stunned and hurt expression crossed Bakura's face as Yami shoved him brutally away, the angered words emitting from his brother's mouth catching him off guard. “Get the fuck away from me!”

 

Stumbling back Bakura stared on as Yami kissed Angel's brow gently, while his hands continued to caress the man's face tenderly, almost desperately. He glanced around as the other's began to surround them, watching as Angel continued to fade away.

 

Reaching up Angel cupped Yami's face in his widespread hands, wiping the tears away as he forced a smile at the sobbing young vampire, “Hush Yami, look at me.”

Crimson eyes lifted to him, tears seeping from them, staining bronze cheeks. “I will always be with you, always child, remember that.”

 

“Angel,” Yami moaned out through his tears. “Please don't leave, please.”

 

“You are safe Yami, that is all I have every wanted. Now, I want to be rid of this curse and leave this world to be free again,” he murmured, continuing to caress Yami's cheeks, ignoring as everyone else stared on as he kissed Yami gently. “Let me go Yami, you'll be strong, I know you will.”

 

Yami was only able to grip Angel's hand one last time before his body turned to ash, the grey substance coating him as he sat back, a ragged sob passing his lips as he slammed his fists against the ground in anguish as he felt his heart convulse in grief. Feeling hands grip his shoulders he shoved them aside with shaking hands before he rose to his feet and dashed headlong into the castle, disappearing away from the eyes of those outside.

 

Bakura watched him go, pained tears in his eyes, “Yami…Yami come back!” Rising to his feet he tried to follow, but Ryder and Seto grabbed hold of him, keeping him back.

 

Sighing Seto shook his head, “Let him be Bakura…you cant help him this time…he's not ready.”

 

“Will he ever be?” Bakura questioned, turning towards his friend and Uncle. “The real question is how close was did Valick get to break him. How much damage did that bastard cause…that's the real question.”

 

A/N: Again, sorry about the long wait, and the fact that this chapter was kinda rushed….and short. I promise that I will be getting back into this now that my life is returning to some normalcy…the updates will not be a frequent as the used to be, but I will be trying. R and R please.