Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Reverse Psychology ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!

 

I'm not really sure if a warning is necessary, because I personally don't think what's below is that bad. But that might just be because I wrote it. So… WARNING: Carnage!

 

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“Looks like someone is in need of a new attendant.”

 

Dark purple eyes stared at the remains of what used to be a human. There wasn't much to look at though, the arms that had been attached to the iron headboards were the only things recognizable. Though, that was probably only because the body had been yanked so hard, the arms had ripped off and were promptly forgotten. The rest of the body had been shredded by a pair of claws, most likely due to the lack of screaming. Poor thing must have died only an hour or so after being brought in. Humans tended not to be the best partners for an animalistic fuckfest, they were far too fragile.

 

Sighing, the visitor stepped closer to the tan figure on the bed; he stumbled slightly when the ground moved under his foot. Glancing down, he realized he had stepped on a leg that was still intact.

 

He grimaced when he reached the bed and was able to view the real carnage. The body hadn't been merely shredded. It had been mutilated and destroyed beyond belief. Claw and teeth marks were everywhere, and chunks of flesh were missing throughout the corpse. The scent of decay was cleverly disguised by the smell of blood.

 

It was everywhere. Soaking the bed sheets, dripping down the dresser and making a puddle on the floor, splattered onto the walls and floor, and yet there was still blood pooled in the stomache of the dead human. Were humans supposed to have that much blood in their body?

 

“Why?” A frown adorned his face.

 

“He crashed into me.” The tan figure grabbed a glass from off the dresser, and dipped it into the large incision on the stomache. After filling it with the crimson liquid he took a long sip from it.

 

“That's disgusting.” he mumbled.

 

The other took another long sip. “It's not disgusting when a human drinks our blood, or smears it across their injuries.”

 

“Our blood has healing properties. Their blood is sometimes diseased.”

 

“We can't catch any human diseases.”

 

“Doesn't matter. Don't drink human blood unless you know it's clean.”

 

“Whatever.” He watched the other take another sip of blood.

 

“Marik, one of these days—”

 

“Don't patronize me little brother.”

 

He sighed.

 

“Marik, I'm older than you.” Marik smirked at him, shoving the corpse off the bed, so he could have more room. Stretching out he ran his hands through his hair, streaking it red.

 

“That may be true, but we both know that doesn't matter.”

 

“Marik, you don't know who spawned that human.”

 

“So?”

 

“Human's are strange creatures. Sometimes they follow their emotions instead of their logic.”

 

“Will you cut to the point already?”

 

“A brother and his sister may have rutted and you're drinking blood from their offspring.”

 

Marik spat his drink out.

 

“What?” he stared at the blood for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. Throwing the idea around in his head he refilled his cup, and took another long sip.

 

“Does anything I say get through to you?”

 

“Aren't you my brother?”

 

“That's different. Didn't you pay any attention in school?”

 

“No.”

 

He sighed. “We call each other `brother' for a lack of better term. We are bonded through the soul, not through the womb.”

 

“What?”

 

He rolled his eyes. “We have different parents. We call each other brother because we went through the ritual together.”

 

“Why isn't there another term?”

 

“Marik, if you really want another term, you could consider the three us soul mates.”

 

“Eww, isn't that a human term?”

 

He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a pair of strong arms wrapping around him. He leaned back into the strong familiar chest, his head tilted to the side at the feel of warm lips pressing to his neck. He moaned, and his head dropped completely at the feeling of a wet tongue running along the length of his neck.

 

The lips smirked.

 

“It's a good thing you're both here.” He felt the words more than he heard them. The vibrations had been very clear, since the lips had been pressed firmly to his neck.

 

The soft murmur had sent a jolt through his body.

 

“What's up?” Marik leered at the two, as he slowly rose from his sprawled out position on the bed. Marik began to creep towards them, when the lips began to nibble on his neck he let out another throaty groan which sent Marik scurrying over to them.

 

“We have a meeting to attend.” The lips and arms detached themselves from his body, and he felt the other move away. Turning around he regarded the other, he bit his lip hard at the thought of the oncoming meeting. He hated all the meetings he attended, only went to prove that he should be taken seriously. The council members were all freaks, and not in the good way.

 

Chancing a glance at the new arrival's eyes, he gasped. Deep red eyes met his own. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and at the moment his soul was being poked and prodded. After everything in his eyes had been analyzed; the other closed his eyes for a moment, his yellow bangs swaying slightly.

 

“You,” he smiled into the kiss he received, “will not be attending the meeting. Instead, you will go and purchase us new personal slaves. Because, as of now, we are seriously lacking in that department.”

 

He raised an eyebrow. “What happened to yours, Yami?”

 

“I accidentally ripped her in half.”

 

His eye began to twitch. Yami had even managed to say that with a straight face.

“How exactly, do you accidentally rip a human in half?” he asked slowly.

 

“I wanted her to stay in a certain position, but she kept moving. Admittedly, I could have been gentler when repositioning her. But in my defense, she moved more than three times.”

 

“I hate when that happens?” Marik injected.

 

“What position could she possibly have been in, that she couldn't hold it?” he asked.

 

“You know how when you do a back walkover, you start in a bridge position?”

 

“Go on.” He didn't like the sound of this already.

 

“So you know how the next step is to bring one leg up, to get your momentum started?”

 

“Yes.” he hissed.

 

“That was the position.”

 

“Yami! What is wrong with you? You don't put a human in an impossible position and then expect them to maintain it!”

 

“Don't patronize me little brother.”

 

He glared at him, he couldn't say anything because Yami was older than him, but that phrase really got on his nerves.

 

“How was the sex? I've never tried it in that position before.” They both shot Marik a dirty look.

 

“While you're at the market, you should grab a slave for yourself.”

 

“Why? I already have one.”

 

Marik smirked at him, and pit of dread settled in his stomache. “Not anymore.” he grinned gesturing to the corpse on the floor.

 

A shocked cry left his lips as he stared at the remains at what used to be his personal attendant. “Why?”

 

“Because, us, needing slaves isn't a good reason for, you, to miss the meeting.” Yami replied bored.

 

He glared at the two. “Couldn't you have poisoned him instead?”

 

“That's what I told Marik to do.” The both turned to glare and stare down the blond.

 

“My way is more fun.” he grinned.

 

“Regardless of the disposal method, you still need to select your slave. Besides, you have a sharper eye for this then us. Marik's slave lasted three months this time, instead of the customary two weeks. One of these days you'll end up purchasing us our mates.” Yami joked.

 

“Woohoo! Bring on the human booty!” Marik shrieked.

 

“I'm going to ignore that.” he mumbled to himself.

 

“My lords, the meeting will be commencing soon.” a new voice uttered.

 

All eyes shot to him expectantly. “Fine, I'll go. And for the last time, Seto, drop the formalities. I'd love to hear my name roll off your tongue.”

 

The brunette chuckled as he entered the room. “I'm sure that's not all you would like to roll off my tongue.”

 

The others snickered as he walked over to the nearby open window. The curtains billowed in the wind, as he shoved them aside. Red moonlight drifted into the room, and glinted off his pale skin.

 

“I should be back by the time the meeting is over.” He steeped onto the windowsill, turning around to face them his pink lips twisted into a smile. He waved at them before leaning back and freefalling.

 

The others waited for a moment, watching the window. Eventually, what they were waiting for happened.

 

He shot into the air, his large black wings having sprouted from his back. One mighty flap from them, and he was leveled with the window.

 

“Have fun, Lord Bakura.” Seto smirked.

 

“That's not what I meant and you know it.” he mumbled. Turning to the other two he continued. “Do not, I repeat: do not kill these two attendants, especially for another set of stupid reasons.”

 

Marik and Yami regarded each other, before glancing back at him. “Don't patronize us little brother.”

 

A frustrated sound bubbled in his throat. “See you guys in a week or two.”

 

With that, he flew off into the night sky. His brown eyes finishing their transformation, and shining a bright green, glowing in the red moonlight much like his silver hair.

 

 

So this is the prologue for the idea I've been juggling around for a while. If you think I should give it a shot, tell me. If I think you guys like it I'll post the new chapter ASAP… or as soon as it doesn't suck as much.