Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ The Crystal ( Chapter 1 )

Snow

 

Ryou ran, through the fields of burned flesh and ground of old battlefields. Debris scattered all around, crunching underneath the youth's feet, as he kept on running. His silver-white hair, flying behind him, harsh pants making their way from his pale chest. He runs; as brown eyes look around, scan for any threats. A small smile shows up on his lips. A building rising ahead. He runs toward it with more energy than he had before.

 

Small arms reach for the door, as heart hammers in the boy's chest. A shrill cry sounds throughout the field. Head snaps back, mouth open in a gasp, eyes wide open, as tears brim in the brown orbs. "Oh, God. Help me." He swings the doors open and slams them closed, knowing that in the end it will not make much difference. Ryou runs to the altar, tired and tripping over his own feet. Tears running freely down the youth's cheeks.

 

He finds a trap door behind the altar, leading underground. He quickly throws it open and slides down, inside. A light 'oomph' sound is carried across the walls of the underground passage, as the boy falls on the ground. He scrambles up and pulls on the rope, closing the small hatch. Thank God. I should be safe for a while. A good thing they're too big to fit in the opening. Ryou lets out a tired sigh, as he slowly makes his way, deeper into the tunnels.

 

He almost jumps out of his skin, when the torches light, as he makes his way further, deeper. Just as suddenly, as the torches were lit, they went out, causing a shiver of terror, run up Ryou's spine. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. They found me. Ryou whimpered lightly, pressing his back against the wall and wrapping his arms around himself, as he kept on going forward. Another shrill cry and a yelp of the boy, when the ground gave way beneath him broke the eerie silence.

 

Ryou groaned. He was tired, bleeding, hungry, as well, as thirsty. His mind screaming at him to get up. Get away, as far, as humanly possible. He got up on shaky legs and moved forward, coughing up the dust and dirt. Sudden weight on his shoulders caused him to fall again. He screamed, his chest colliding hard with the floor. When the weight disappeared he turned on his back, only to see his worst nightmares, leering and sneering at him. He couldn't stop the flow of tears that streaked down his cheeks.

 

The hideous, wolf-like creature moved towards him. It was the Tarha. One of many kinds of werewolf. They didn't look any different from a normal werewolf, except it was smaller in height and had very little patches, here and there, of thin fur.

 

Fear flashed in Ryou's eyes and a sudden adrenaline rush, gave him energy to get up and run. He heard a chittering sound behind him, that for some twisted reason sounded a lot like a mocking laughter. He turned into different tunnels, thankful for his years of running that kept him strong and gave him speed. He turned back to see where his pursuers were, only to collide with a wall. Ryou yelped and groaned, as he tried to make his head stop spinning. His blood ran cold, when he realized there was no way out.

 

Desperation flamed in his eyes. He started scratching at the wall in front of him in hopes of digging his way to the other side. His eyes widened, when he scratched the wall into pure crystal. He whipped his head around and found some big rock and started clearing the rest of the surface. Curiosity getting the best of him at the moment and the hope of salvation. Ryou heard snickering behind him and he gulped, slowly turning his head around in fear of what he was about to face.

 

The tarha chuckled, a malicious sound of the one who loved to feast on the innocents' flesh. "Asch kharaway. Ohyre dormo pyoshti, doro mohome otsche." Ryou shook his head. "No...no. Please... don't." His body shook all over in violent spasms, as fear finally took it's toll on the boy. Tarha laughed. Venom dripping off it's voice, as it spoke again. "Mokuhm, a riye warha. Hieh sechimt oro darehmi." Ryou pressed himself further into the crystal wall behind him. Tarha's amused eyes fell on the crystal behind the boy. Tarha leered, in obvious greed, as it stepped closer, nearing the boy and the crystal behind him. "Mohr." It said in an awed voice.

 

It reached slowly for the crystal, when something moved within its depths, making Tarha frown and back away slightly. "Ishtye." It growled. This is when the crystal began to glow lightly. Tarha crouched down, snarling at the blinding light. Ryou moved to a corner and hugged his knees to himself, watching bewildered the whole scene. Tarha lunged at the crystal, only to be deflected with incredible force. It screamed, as it crashed into it's minions, killing them with the force it was thrown at.

 

Ryou watched with scared, wide eyes, as Tarha tried to get up, life slowly slipping away. The force was so strong it crashed the monster's bones. "Viara mohni. Oshtye..." It wheezed, as it's heart stopped, the pierced lungs stopped taking in air. Ryou stared at the dead bodies of monsters, that just seconds ago tried to kill him and most likely eat him. He cringed, but his attention was drawn to the crystal, when a creaking sound echoed through the tunnels.

 

~Blood~

 

Ryou's eyes widened. What the hell was going on? "Wh-Who are you?" He stuttered, as he heard a blood-chilling chuckle. Darkness surrounded the boy. Ryou yelped when he felt arms wrapping around his shoulders. Voice whispering in his ear. "You're safe now. So stop your trembling, pathetic fool." Ryou shuddered. The voice was soft, but harsh and he feared it. Suddenly a person appeared right before him. Ryou yelped and scooted away. The man in front of him smiled. "C'mere little light. I won't hurt you. You have nothing to fear." Ryou trembled. "Oh, yeah? Then, why don't I believe you?" The man frowned. "It is your choice, child." Ryou slowly looked straight at him, for the first time noticing his appearance, besides the man's shoes.

 

Ryou gaped. He looked just like him! Silver hair, brown eyes, pale complexion. They could easily pass, as twins. That is, before you took a good look at them. The man's pupils were cat-like slits and his hair seemed... less tame.

 

The man raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking at?" Ryou frowned. "Well, excuse me, but in case you haven't noticed, we look practically the same!!" The man smirked. "You've got spank kid... and I have noticed, for your information..." He frowned. "But in your current position, I would watch what I'm saying." Ryou feeling a little braver, laughed dryly. "And you wonder why I don't believe you." The man quirked his eyebrows. The kid sure has a smart mouth.

 

Ryou growled. "And I don't have a smart mouth!" The man flinched. "What? You can read my thoughts?" Ryou blinked. "What do you mean?" The man sighed. "Never mind. I'm Bakura. You?"

 

"My name is Ryou." Bakura nodded, as the darkness around them subsided and slowly disappeared. He crouched in front of Ryou, examining the boy. "Hmm." He smirked. "Thanks for freeing me. I thought I would never be able to see the stars again." Ryou's eyes widened. All right! That was it! He was majorly confused!!

 

Bakura leaned in and sank his sharp canines into Ryou's neck, startling the boy. Tears rolled down his face, as he tried to push the other away. "No, please. Let me go."

 

Bakura groaned. It was a long time, since he last drank blood, and even longer, since he tasted such pure blood. He craved more and probably would drain the boy dry, if the said boy didn't push at his chest and whimper in his ear. Bakura reluctantly pulled away from Ryou and sat across from him, panting, as his blood deprived body slowly warmed up, due to Ryou's unwilling sacrifice.

 

Ryou as well, gasped for air, his body lying limply against the wall. Bakura sighed and moved closer to Ryou. Half-lidded eyes of the teen, watching his every movement. Bakura wrapped his arms around the child, trying to warm him up. He licked up the blood, still flowing from the bite marks. Ryou winced slightly and flinched away at Bakura's actions. Bakura sighed and stroke Ryou's hair. "I'm sorry. I took a little too much. Sleep now. You're safe." He crooned into Ryou's ear.

 

Ryou closed his sleep-deprived eyes. Letting the exhaustion take over.

 

"Ah min ru a niho omnih."

 

Ryou nodded dazed and fell asleep. Bakura sighed. Jeez. Now I have a kid to take care of. What a pain. Than again, I can't let him die. He's my light. He freed me from the cursed seal. I wonder. How long was I sealed away? He cradled Ryou in his arms and left the tunnels.

 

Bakura kicked the werewolf's body on th way, smirking. "Good riddance." And left the dungeon altogether. His eyes widened, as he opened the church gates. His sharpened sense of smell, picking up the smell of death and old, dried blood. Bakura gagged. "Shit. This really isn't how I remember it."

 

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Hi! Wassup? How do you like 'Snow'? Is it good? Send me a review! I cannot live without'em!!

 

Bakura: Drama queen.

 

Ryou: For once, I agree with you.

 

Bakura: *smirk* Oh, really? What about in bed?

 

Ryou: Eep! Bakura!

 

*Sweat drop* Anyways, review, onegai minna-san!!

 

By the way, the vampire talk is made up. ^^;;