Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ Looking Back ( Chapter 5 )

Yo! Seems like I updated early. I'm glad you like this fic, because I like how it goes too. Anyways, plot bunnies are still bombarding me, and with the pace it's going at, I'm going to have hundred plots by the end of this month! I already have 47 of them! 47, people!!! So............. keep on reading.

 

Snow

 

Malik and Bakura ran as fast as they could, trying to locate Ryou and any potential threat.

 

Something caught Bakura's eye and he skidded to a stop. Something didn't hang well in the air. His sharpened sense of smell picked up a coppery smell. `Blood.' He thought, following his nose. Malik followed him, not even questioning Bakura's motives, as he knew that the pale vampire was onto something.

 

They came to a stop in a darkened alley, and Malik gasped. He ran towards one of the fallen trashcans, kneeling by something. “Bakura. I found him.”

 

Bakura hesitated slightly, before going over to Malik. He stared at the limp boy in his arms. Kneeling, he traced Ryou's cheek with his knuckles. “He's cold, let's get out of here.”

 

“But—.”

 

“Don't worry. He's alive. He may not be breathing, and he doesn't have a pulse at the moment, but he is alive.”

 

Bakura smirked at Malik's bewildered expression. “The kid is smarter than I thought, now, come on.” Malik let out a sigh, and nodded, following Bakura back to the inn.

 

*~*~*

 

Malik was still worried about Ryou, as the teen refused to wake up and looked... pretty much dead.

 

Bakura stood by the broken window, watching everything and everyone in the room. He was thinking of Ryou. It was surprising, that a mere human broke the seal. Especially since he doubted that Ryou had any kind of experience with heka[1]. Yet, he broke the seal, which was placed on Bakura 5,000 years earlier, by the vampires. He smirked. The dirty dogs were so desperate to get rid of him, that they sacrificed ninety-nine lives to seal him away.

 

His gaze fell on Malik. The boy was a strange person. He was barely five when Bakura met him. He was tired and weak from running away all his life, and his body mutilated from the latest run in with Priizhas[2]. The vicious, little bastards sure had their fun with him, as he had three broken ribs, broken legs, internal bleeding, multiple scratches and bruises, and numerous bite marks. It wasn't a very pretty sight. Bakura had taken him under his wing, and trained him to become strong, given him protection, food, clothes, and became the boy's father figure in a way. When Malik became older, Bakura turned him into a vampire, and they crossed the country together, slaying demons, and monsters.

 

Every vampire knew, that when a human is turned they loose their mind in a mad, bloody frenzy, as for the first few years they go around, killing anything in sight. Bakura somehow didn't go crazy, and he never really knew why.

 

He thought that it was because he brought faith to people, as the worshiper of gods. Yes, he was a priest. A long, long time ago. When the sun was shining upon the earth, and four seasons of the year noticeable. This year, and age, it was constantly cold, as vampires rulled the earth, civilization of humans damned, and nothing but burnt plains all around. It was like a never-ending desert of charred battlefields, covered with dried and fresh blood. Bones scattered across the ground.

 

Bakura shuddered, as he tried to remember what his human days were like. It was peaceful. Today was chaotic. Another glance toward Malik. Bakura grinned to himself. Malik also didn't go crazy, save for a few episodes; otherwise he was fairly sane, if not overreacting.

 

A quite, little gasp, followed by a moan, brought Bakura out of his thoughts. He looked at the tattered bed, where Ryou was laying; Malik was by his side in a seconds notice. Bakura felt a growl build in his throat for no reason. It seamed that Malik was interested in Ryou, not too obviously, but still. Bakura felt a fire building in his chest, but disappearing as quickly as it arose.

 

“Ryou! Are you all right? What happened?” Malik asked, unknowingly holding his breath. Ryou blinked a few times, than suddenly sat up, screaming. Bakura winced, when Ryou began to cry. “Ryou?” Malik looked confused beyond belief. His face screwed up in a comical fashion. Bakura would've laughed if they hadn't had a crying Ryou on their hands.

 

“Ryou. Tell us what happened.” Bakura demanded quietly, as not to scare the boy farther. Ryou took an unnecessary breath to calm down, and hiccupped. “I... when the two of you left, I went out to check out what was going on...” Bakura frowned. “Then someone drew me into the alley, as the horde of vampires and Tarhas went by. I was scared, and I knew there was something fishy about him, but he told me that he knew the two of you...” Bakura snorted. “The whole vampire race knows about us. After all we are the two vampires who nearly wiped out the whole damn thing.” Ryou sniffed, and nodded, continuing.

 

“Well, then he asked me to show him to you, so I did, but before we could get here, he attacked me. My instincts kicked in, and all I could do was `play dead'.” Malik stared. “You really had me freaked out, you know that?” Ryou laughed nervously, as Bakura hummed in thought. “Did he tell you his name?” He questioned. Ryou looked up at the pale vampire and cocked his head, trying to remember. “Yeah, he did. It was M-Ma... something. It sounded a lot like Malik, but... I got it! It was Marik!” Ryou said, as the two vampires looked at each other pointedly.

 

“You do know what that means, right Bakura?” Bakura nodded. “Yes. He's back.”

 

Ryou looked between the two, confused. “What do you mean? Who's back?” His brows furrowed. Malik sighed. “Shall we tell him?” Bakura shrugged. “He deserves to know what is going on.” The tan vampire nodded.

 

*~*~*

 

Mwahahaha! Evil cliffhanger! Anyways, I hope this chapter explains some things, and the plot is visible on the horizon. >.< Now I won't write anymore chapters, unless I get about... five reviews. That's fair enough, right? Now, for the notes:

 

[1] Heka-magic energy. I thought it was kind of obvious.

 

[2] Priizha-A type of vampire, which leads humans through an illusion into a trap, where other priizhas await. Then they attack. They like to play with their food, or humans in this case, as they torture them. Priizhas are vampires from the desert regions, like Egypt. They like to dwell on deserts, where they create illusion for passing humans, making them go in circles. Once they are on the edge of exhaustion, priizhas make their move. They look very child-like, of about age six to nine. Even though they may look childish and innocent, they are nothing of a kind. Priizhas are known for their `messy' eating habits and short-lived lives. They die at age of twenty in most cases. Priizhas cannot turn humans.

 

Very Important Notice!!!

Priizhas belong to me. They are a part of my screwed up imagination, just like Tarhas, and any other monsters that will be mentioned in this fic. Please ask, before `borrowing' them for you stories. I never say `no', if you ask me, but if you steel'em, that's a different story all together...