Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Shind Oni Kokoro ❯ Dark Reflection ( Chapter 2 )

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Chocolate eyes widened and Ryou stumbled back, caught by surprisingly gentle arms as the other he had all but run into, swiftly reached out. They stayed there, frozen in time, poised in the dip of a romantic dance, drinking from each other's hypnotic gaze. The taller's hallow eyes did not, could not, tear themselves from the delicate creature cradled in his slender arms; just as the white haired boy's own dreamy orbs stared, transfixed on the exotic beauty holding him.

 

The youth breathed shallowly, heart racing from the slight fright, skipping beats as he let his captivating savoir hold him. Far away, a child cried in fright, more than likely from the cruel trick of a friend or sibling, Ryou then blinked as he fell back to the reality of this dark fantasy, flushing brightly. “O-oh! I-I'm sorry! C-clumsy me…” he stuttered, stiffly breaking into a bout of nervous giggles as he stood on his own, brown eyes cast at the ground in embarrassment.

 

An icy hand cupped his chin and coaxed the pale face to tilt upward; Ryou lost himself once more in the haunting, yet gentle, violet jewels. The taller's tanned flesh highlighted the blond streaked hair, arranged in a vast array of gravity defying spikes. Glossy leather was all but painted on the firm body, a silver studded belt hung loosely round the slender hips, and a skin tight muscle shirt hid none of the well toned form. All of this was, of course, in black, as was the long leather trench coat the violet-eyed youth wore.

 

Ryou fingered the crisp folds of the shiny coat and looked up shyly “How many cows did you kill for this costume?” he giggled, obviously quite taken with the taller as he would have *never* made such a comment otherwise.

 

The violet-eyed other quirked a blond brow “This isn't a costume, Little One…” his voice was a low purr, the soft rumble of an approaching storm that sent pleasurable chills up one's spine.

 

The pale boy gasped in horrified apology “I-I'm sorry…it's just th-that it's Halloween…a-and I assumed-” words failed him as he all but drowned in embarrassment. Great, he meets the hottest guy in the world and manages to make a fool of himself by insulting the dead sexy stranger.

 

A feather light caress, cool fingertips danced over Ryou's heated face, startling the white-haired boy. “There is no need to apologize, Angel…” The taller traced the youth's neck, feeling the pulse of the smaller's blood quicken when the blond dropped his voice. “You have done nothing wrong in your innocence…” The violet-eyed youth slowly lowered his lips toward the throbbing artery; he could hear the blood pounding against the thick walls, splashing as it shot throughout the white-haired boy's body. “I, on the other hand, have tainted you just by laying my eyes on your vast beauty…” he whispered softly as he jerked away. He could not allow himself to take this boy, transforming him into another slave of the night was the last thing he wished to bestow upon such rare loveliness.

 

Ryou breathed in deeply…he felt dizzy. This guy had gotten so close to his neck, breath tickling his ear and enveloping his body with a strange spell. Did this violet-eyed stranger like him? Him?! Ryou?! Does he even know that his name is Ryou? Those lips had called him `Angel', sure, plenty of people had called him that before, but never someone as enticing as this one! The white-haired boy felt like melting into a puddle of goo, that is, of course, if the other was willing to lap him up. Oh my, Ryou had never had such thoughts…then again he had never been in the presence of such luscious company.

 

The tanned beauty pulled away, “No!” Ryou flushed brightly after yelling out. Oops, but he really didn't want this guy to go! “I-I…I mean, you haven't `tainted' me. Honest…” the boy fingered his denim jacket for a while, noticing now that there was a hole in the sleeve as he avoided the surprised violet gaze. “Please…I just want to…” Ryou thought for a moment, `keep you' was more than likely not a wise way to end his statement, not that it wasn't true. “Don't leave…Please?” his eyes filled with tears, he was so lonely.

 

Even if he did go to that stupid party, everyone would be too busy making out with some one else or being drunk to even bother talking to him for ten minutes. Why did they ignore him? Why did they call him `friend' if they rarely asked for his opinion? Never confided dark secrets with him? Never cared enough to ask how his day had gone unless elbowed by everyone else. Was he just a bother? A burden in their lives? Should he have gone, followed his family in death?

 

Painful memories flooded his mind; the squeal of tires, shriek from on lookers, the shattering glass, groan of twisting metal. His mother's dead eyes checking one last time to see if he was ok, his father's face unrecognizable after being smashed against the steering wheel, his sister's limp arms holding onto her favorite teddy bear…

 

Had they left him…or had he left them? Either way, Ryou was on earth to forever be a dead weight on every one's shoulders. Not this time, he would walk away before this stranger became a part of his life, forever to carry the miserable boy through life. Large, hot tears clung to his lashes making them glint like silver, while more trailed down his pale cheek. “I-I'm sorry…I won't b-bother you anymore…” he whispered and turned to go, the blond youth staring as he watched the petit beauty hurry away from him.

 

Ryou walked quickly down the sidewalk, not even sure which direction he was going in until he tripped and fell, looking up and finding himself horribly lost. “Oh…” he whimpered, this was just not his night.

 

There were no more street lamps, darkness encompassed everything around him, but there were still shadows, how? He couldn't tell, but Ryou shivered and huddled against one of the bushes as he sobbed quietly, eventually nodding off into a dreamless sleep.

 

The boy awoke only a few minutes later and noticed he was stiff from the cold as he tried unsuccessfully to stand up; deciding instead to simply sit there. “Hey, Pretty…” a dark voice hissed, followed by an evil chuckle. “Mind if I join ya?”

 

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Yami narrowed his eyes as he watched the other go, smiling slightly as he felt jealousy thicken the air. “Aw, now you know I still love you best.” He smirked, hearing a low growl from behind.

 

“Probably because I'm the only damn idiot that comes to you so willingly.”

 

The dark king leaned backwards and felt the strong arms of his first victim catch him. “Maybe…” he purred, looking up and licking the pale lips. “Or maybe because you're the only one not afraid of dominating me, I find that horrible sexy.” He winked, fingering the other's very apparent bulge and rubbing his own arousal against the other's leg.

 

Icy lips took over and Yami moaned softly into the pale mouth, suckling on the tongue that so willingly excavated his warmth. Yami pulled away hesitantly, biting the other's lower lip and kissing away the blood, before looking out over the ledge once more. “I'll play with you later…” he purred “I need you to do something for me first.”

 

“What? You know he hates me just as much as he hates you, he won't listen to me no matter how long I beg for him to fuck you.” The other grumbled, licking away the blood on his lip. He didn't like being put on hold because of Yami's interest in the other.

 

Yami snickered, it was true. They had tried it once before only to end a week's worth of begging for sex empty-handed. “I know, but you're not going to seduce him.”

 

The other raised a brow in interest; Yami had that tone in his voice that just dripped with bloodshed. “Then?”

 

“You're going to get rid of his pretty, little fascination…I told him if *it* was dead by tomorrow he'd have to let me screw him…” Yami grinned wickedly at his pale lover. “I never said his pet had to die by his hands…” he broke into a fit of hysterical laughter. “So go on and discard that pathetic piece of shit somewhere, preferably not whole, and I'll let you join in too, I never said I would be the only one to fuck him, I just said I'd be there.”

 

The other smirked darkly “Alright…I'll be back soon, and then we'd better continue.” He kissed Yami roughly, grinning like a madman as he leapt off the building in pursuit of the exotically skinned demon's prize.

 

It didn't take him long to find his prey, the youth and the tanned vampire hybrid were just parting when he spotted them. He had merely followed that intoxicating scent the other demon had; everything about the dark skinned vampire was exotic and thus quite appealing and hard to mistake for another. Such a rarity was the reason Yami had transformed the violet-eyed boy to begin with, though he hadn't counted on many millennia's worth of hostility and bed romping turndowns. But they had all of eternity to follow through with such desires, and tonight might just change the long dry spell they had been experiencing.

 

As hard as it was to not stalk the tanned demon, the predator silently followed the pale youth as he scurried off, the soft scent of tears trailing behind him. What a shame, he'd have to kill him while he was crying. Ah well, the boy wouldn't know what hit him by the time he was already dead and lying in his grave. Oh look, he tripped. Fighting the urge to bark out in laughter, he waited for the boy to run away again, only to be disappointed when the ghostly youth tucked his legs in and fell asleep, tears drowning the air once more. Damn it! He wasn't about to kill him while he slept! Where was the fun in that? No screams, no wide-eyed horror, no entertainment! He'll wake up eventually and then the mission would be over.

 

A few minutes passed and he was bored out of his mind. Why wouldn't the stupid mortal wake up already! Ah, finally! The pale boy shivered then squirmed rather comically as he tried to stand, sighing loudly, he just sat there. What?! No more chasing? Fine, then he would just scare the shit out of the kid, and then kill him.

 

“Hey, Pretty…” he laughed insanely when the boy jumped, looking about in fright. “Mind if I join ya?”

 

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It obviously wasn't a question as the person behind the creepy voice hopped out of the tree and leered at Ryou, both of their faces masked by the shadows so that neither could see the other. “Come here so I can get a good look at you…” before he tore his head off that is.

 

Ryou shook; his body stood on its own and crept toward the taller even though his mind screamed at him to run the other way. Both of them then gasped in horror when they saw each other beneath the moon's eerie light.

 

“HOLY CRAP!!!” the predator stumbled backwards and fell on his ass, staring in disbelief.

 

Ryou stood there, stunned silent as he watched the other scuttle a few feet away from him. “Y-You…you look like me!” he squeaked, taking in the dark brown eyes, the head of white hair, and very pale complexion. What was going on here?!

 

“WHY THE HELL DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME!!” the other snapped, irritated by the obvious statement, but confused beyond sense.

 

“I-I-I don't know…M-maybe…are we related? What's y-your name?” Ryou cringed as the other very loudly yelled at him; well, now the entire neighborhood thought that two kids had the same costume on.

 

The other snorted, “I doubt it, Pretty, but just to amuse you, it's Bakura.” Ryou's eyes widened to the point where the pale demon thought they might just pop out. “Hey! What's wr-”

 

“Oh My God!!!” Ryou broke into the largest smile he'd ever worn since moving to Domino.

“What the hell do you think you're doing!” Bakura cried as he was tackled by the pale boy in a hug. “Get the fuck off me!!” he tried to break the boy's embrace, but the ironclad grip wouldn't budge.

 

“My name's Ryou!” the boy piped, snuggling his face into the other's chest.

 

“What the hell do I care, I'm here to ki-”

 

“Ryou Bakura!!!” the youth screamed into the other's stomach, as his grip had slid so that he was now hugging Bakura by the waist.

 

The white-haired demon was silenced by this information. “Wh-…are you kidding me?! That's not possible! Do you swear that's your name! I'll kill you if you're screwing with me!” he choked out, this couldn't be true!

 

“Mmhm!!” Ryou hummed happily while threatening to crush Bakura's bones in the ever-persistent hug.

 

“What the hell!” Bakura yelled, now he couldn't kill this kid! He had to find out why they looked alike and why they had the same name. And now Yami would more than likely want to kill Bakura for not doing as told and getting that damn sexy demon in bed with him. “Shit!” he moaned, an angry Yami was not a pleasant site.

 

Ryou looked up and frowned, making him look rather cute, no, cuter. Bakura nearly smiled, but soon gagged at the thought of admitting he knew such a foul word as `cute'. “You shouldn't swear so much, it's rude, so is yelling loudly.”

 

Bakura stared at the boy like he was insane, was he trying to conform Bakura to civilization?! “Listen, Ryou…” he stood and gently tried to pry the boy off of him, wait, why was he being gentle? He should just rip him away and slaughter him! Bakura looked at the deep chocolate eyes swimming in happiness…oh crap, he was powerless!! He couldn't do it!! This kid, this boy, this mortal had somehow done something to Bakura to keep him from being bloodthirsty!

 

“Yes, Kura?” Ryou smiled impishly, patiently waiting for his reflection to continue. “Oh!” he blushed furiously, “I'm sorry…I can call you `Kura' can't I?” he blinked those dark eyes repeatedly in a plea.

 

“Yeah…” Bakura muttered. Wait! What the hell happened there! Did he just agree to a nickname!? But how? All the kid did was look at Bakura with those large, brown eyes and he gave the smallest pout…

 

The petit boy smiled again and squeezed Bakura tightly. “Thanks, Kura!”

 

AH!! He fell for some damn mortal trick! There's no way in hell he was going to allow that! “No!” Bakura yelled, glaring at the smaller.

 

Ryou cowered and broke away from the other. “Wh-what?” had he done something wrong? No, he didn't want to lose Bakura…”I'm sorry…I didn't…I didn't mean to…” Hot tears welled up in his eyes as he begged Ra to let Bakura forgive him. Of all the people who could cast him aside, it couldn't be his only *possible* family.

 

He mustn't break, he mustn't weaken, he mustn't- Damn it all to hell! The kid was crying and it was his fault! What's worse was that Bakura actually felt something inside him lurch when he thought about just leaving Ryou there to cry. “I…Ryou, don't cry.” He awkwardly patted the boy's head. “I just meant…er…No, um…you can't call me `Kura' unless I can call you…Ryou…” Bakura mentally smacked himself for coming up with about the stupidest excuse known to history.

 

Ryou sniffed and blinked back his tears, grinning like a silly child when he heard that. “Kura! Of course you can call me Ryou!” he giggled at the other's strangeness.

 

He bought it?! Bakura couldn't believe it, but the kid bought his excuse! Aw damn, but he was still stuck with that nickname. Sighing, in what looked like relief, but was really irritation, he nodded. “Ok, um, thanks…Ryou…” he gently placed a hand on the other's shoulder and forced a smile, or at least he tried to force it, but found that looking at the happy boy made his muscles form that smile on their own. Oh Gods…a genuine smile? He was going to have nightmares tonight.

 

Bakura blinked realizing he was now nose to nose with the smaller, those chocolate eyes studying the dark. “Your eyes…” Ryou sighed in awe “They're just like mine, a creamy brown…but yours have just the faintest tinge of red in them. They make you-” the boy stopped and blushed pulling back a little only to be stopped by Bakura's firm grip around his arm.

 

“They make me what?” he whispered quietly, Bakura was beginning to hope they weren't related. He had dirty little thoughts forming in his mind that would just not work out well were he Ryou's great, great, great, great, great…and so on…grandfather.

 

Ryou looked up shyly and blushed just a bit brighter. “Th-they make you look…” he very softly mumbled the final word.

 

Bakura smirked, so the boy wasn't all that innocent after all, excellent. “Go on, Pretty…” Screw ancestry, as horribly `cute' as Ryou was, Bakura wanted this boy whether or not they were related by some thin bloodline. “I wanna hear what you think of my eyes…” his pale lips brushed against Ryou's, the small boy gasping at such contact. “Are you going to tell me?” Bakura's tongue flicked out and teased the smaller's mouth.

 

Ryou swallowed the really big lump in his throat, or at least he tried to. His breathing hitched and he could feel himself go lightheaded. This felt so…so…wrong? No, nothing that brought your entire body to a sudden halt then to a jump-start could be wrong…Right? That's it…this felt right. It was as though two halves of a soul were meeting, Ryou needed Bakura; he was the other half to a tattered heart, the other wing of a fallen bird, the other set of eyes in a shattered mirror. This was right, it had to be, but then why were they apart to begin with? Were they once together, but torn apart so long ago that they became two separate beings? Was he thinking too much of this? Yes, he was, he's Ryou…thinking was a curse and worry his best friend.

 

“Beautiful…” he smiled, watching as Bakura's lips pulled into an edgier reflection of his smile.

 

“Damn…” the taller purred jokingly, making his eyes half lidded, hey, if it worked for certain violet-eyed demons, then it had to work for Bakura. “I was hoping you'd say sexy.” Ryou blushed, his ears tipped a bright scarlet because that had been his original remark. Bakura took this as his cue. “You do think I'm sexy…” he grabbed Ryou's hand and forced the younger to trail over the dark's body. “Don't you?”

 

Ryou shuddered, the palm of his hand went over Bakura's chest, and he could feel the chiseled muscles through the black shirt. His fingertips were swept down the taller's abs to gently graze Bakura's pants-

 

“Kura!” Ryou squeaked, flushing brightly. He could feel the distinct bulge beneath the leather his reflection wore. “I-I-I-”

 

“Sh, Pretty…” Bakura closed his eyes and leaned closer towards the boy's trembling lips. “That just means I like you…” Ryou stiffened the moment their lips made contact, but soon found he couldn't fight the need to melt against the other. Small jolts flashed through their bodies as the kiss continued; it was slow, methodical, and perfect. Bakura pulled the other flush against him, one hand supporting the boy's head and the other trailing down Ryou's side.

 

The youth pulled away suddenly “Ow…” he whimpered, pale hand held up against his lower lip. Bakura could smell the blood, such fresh, innocent, pure blood from this boy. He licked his teeth and soon found the one responsible for nicking the younger. The dark purred as his tongue toyed with the single droplet in his mouth. Sweet nectar, intoxicating wine, untainted purity…Ryou.

 

Said boy pulled his hand away from his mouth and blinked at the blood on his fingertips. Bakura grabbed Ryou's hand and proceeded to lick away the small splotches of crimson, making the smaller hold his breath in surprise and a bit of fear. “K-Kura?”

 

Ryou was silenced once more when a hot tongue began to lap at his lips, stinging the small cut, then Bakura latched on to his lip and began to suckle very slowly as he drew all the blood out.

 

He wasn't sure exactly why, but Ryou moaned softly at the rough treatment. Was he that deprived of love that any sign of affection, even very strange acts done in the middle of the night on Halloween, were enough? He grabbed Bakura's black jacket just as the taller began to pull away. No! There was no way he would leave Ryou after kissing him like that! He could feel the other's lips pull into a smirk; did that mean he wouldn't leave? Ryou's grip relaxed and he settled on fingering the crisp folds of the leather jacket…

 

Leather jacket? Isn't that what-

 

Ryou pulled back and looked Bakura over. “Y-you're dressed just like him!” Well, not exactly, where the other wore a long coat, Bakura wore a sleek leather jacket that passed his slender hips by only a few inches. Other than that, the pants adhered to his legs, the loose buckle round his hips, and the tight shirt were all the same. “D-do you know him K-Kura?”

 

“Yes, he does.”

 

Ryou spun around and felt Bakura grip his shoulders tightly. Only a few feet away was that violet-eyed stranger, glaring rather coldly at Bakura. “Back off, Marik! He's mine now!”

 

Marik? So, that was his name.

 

“He does not belong to you.”

 

Ryou felt like melting at that voice. It was so deep, so unemotional, and fighting for him! The boy could feel Bakura growl at the back of his throat as he held Ryou firmly against his chest.

 

“You know he's right, Bakura.” A third voice, this one rather cocky and very near. Ryou heard his other gasp and pull him painfully close to his body and watched as Marik turned his icy gaze at the tree. His chocolate eyes widened in shock as a slender figure melted out from one of the shadows splayed against the tree's trunk. “I ordered you to kill him, not keep him.” the new arrival hissed.

 

Wait! Kill?! Who? Him?! Ryou?! Bakura was sent to kill him?! Ryou tore away from the taller's grip and stared in hope and disbelief. “K-Kura!? That's not true…is it?!”

 

Bakura's eyes flickered with sadness then grew cold and distant as he quickly glared at the lithe figure slowly stalking closer to Ryou. “You asked a favor of me, Yami…and I chose to turn it down.”

 

Ryou didn't know whether to be horribly angry, afraid, or relieved. The decision was made for him when he was suddenly wrapped in slender arms, his head tilted back as his hair was pulled, and two malicious scarlet eyes staring right at him. “Then I suppose I'll just have to-” Yami stopped suddenly, brow quirking in interest as he looked over the boy in his arms. “Well…hello there…” he purred, letting go of Ryou's hair and stepping back a little to get a better look at the boy. “My…now aren't you delicious?” Those crimson orbs raked over Ryou's body ravenously, lips curling upward in a satisfied smirk. “And what would your name be, Innocent?” Yami's hand slid down the boy's back and rested on Ryou's ass, his scarlet eyes went half lidded, and his tongue flicked out and tasted the youth's pale lips.

 

Ryou shook in fright, squeaking in worry when both Marik and Bakura came towards them, only to be tripped somehow at a wave of Yami's hand. He swallowed and nervously whispered “R-Ryou…Ryou B-Bakur-ra…”

 

Yami's eyes flashed with amusement. “Really now? Ryou Bakura?” He glanced over his shoulder to the two growling out curses on the ground. “You told me you only screwed around with guys…”

 

“I do!” Bakura barked out in irritation.

 

“Then?” Yami waved his hand across Ryou.

 

“I don't know! That's why I wanted to keep him, so I can figure out what the hell happened!” the pale demon squirmed on the ground in frustration, the one beside him only watching Yami to make sure he did nothing to Ryou.

 

“Well,” Yami smirked, throwing Ryou over his shoulder “He's mine now…”

 

“Huh!?” the boy squeaked and tried to kick free, only to get a smack on the ass from his captor.

 

“Let him fucking go, Yami!” Bakura struggled against the powers holding him down, but being only a half-breed, he stood no chance of escaping if Yami didn't feel like letting him go.

 

Yami turned around and faced them, Ryou craning his neck to see as well. “I know!” he purred darkly, grinning wickedly as he bore into the silent, violet gaze. “I'll let the boy go, unmolested,” he grinned wider and smacked Ryou again, the boy whimpering from the sharp contact. “If I get a certain Marik to join me for the evening…”

 

Marik hissed, no, literally hissed a the-snakes-about-to-strike kind of hiss, with fangs and everything! Ryou watched in slight horror, but more fascination, as Bakura did the same thing. Obviously, his reflection had failed to tell him something. “That's just the kind of damn trick you'd play, Yami!” Marik answered, his voice having dropped to a deadly tone.

 

Yami shrugged and began to walk away “I win either way, Marik. So make a choice…” From this perspective, Ryou could see the torrent of emotions going through both demons as Yami carried him farther. Bakura was whispering harshly at Marik, anger evident in the way he thrashed about. Marik was just as angry, but far more self-controlled as he only glared at the ground, but when he did look up, he caught Ryou's gaze, violet eyes softened and he nodded slowly in defeat.

“Yami…” said demon stopped and cocked his head “I'll do what ever the hell you want-”

 

“Deal!” Yami grinned before Marik could finish and smacked Ryou once more “Come on, Pet, let's go fix my room up before our company shows up, hm?” he giggled insanely.

 

“Ow…” Ryou whimpered, if Yami kept on hitting him, he wouldn't be able to sit by morning.

 

“Yami!” Bakura yelled, “Let go of Ryou!”

 

Yami smirked “That wasn't part of the deal; Marik clearly said that he'd do as I wished…and that's what I'm doing!”

 

Marik growled in hatred while Bakura continued to scream “You freakin' bastard! Let him-”

 

“I did have a father you know, and knew him quite well…Ate him in fact, along with yours.” Yami cackled then grinned insanely when pain erupted from his back. Ryou watched in slight horror as leathery, deep crimson wings ripped out of Yami's back, blood dripped from the ends and gave an eerie sheen to them beneath the moonlight. “You two aren't allowed to drop by until I call you, any sooner and Ryou will become my new chew toy. Now, hold on tight, Pet…” Ryou could only gasp as he soon found himself hundreds of feet in the air, cradled in the arms of a madman.

 

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