Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ City of the Damned ( Chapter 12 )

Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in a long time, I hope you can forgive me and if there are any mistakes in the chapter, just want you to know I didn't really have time to read through to make it better, so if rewrite is in order, just tell me.

 

Snow

Chapter 12

 

Ryou cringed, as they made their way through the heavy crowd in the market. Heady perfumes coming from different stalls, selling daggers, oils, potions, crushed skull powder and god only knows what. He followed Bakura as closely, as he could, with all the demons around, Malik and Marik following.

 

Bakura was a bit surprised and aggravated with Marik's unexpected appearance, making him tense and incredibly irritable.

 

 

Ryou yawned, as he started to wake. He tried to snuggle deeper into the warm blankets, but the cool wind, wheezing by didn't allow him the comfort of falling back asleep. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to get sleep out of the corners. Looking around, he noticed that Malik still wasn't back and frowned, noticing Bakura's disappearance as well. He scratched his head and stretched his legs in front of him, plopping on his rear-end, as he arched his back, loosening up the kinks, caused by lying on the hard ground.

 

Arms wrapped around him from behind and a head rested on his shoulder. “How are you doing this morning? Did you sleep well?” Bakura asked.

 

Ryou smiled. “I was wondering where you went.” He turned his head to place a kiss on the vampire's nose and giggled, as Bakura licked his cheek playfully.

 

“We have to get ready. We'll be leaving soon and we still have to find Malik.”

 

Ryou nodded and stood up, before helping Bakura pack up the different materials they used to sleep on. He hummed softly, as he did his work, but a movement in the bushes caught his attention. He frowned and stared at the spot. His curiosity told him to investigate, but his logical mind told him to better leave it alone, lest he get hurt.

 

A sudden gasp and a cry startled Bakura, as he was trying to stuff the bag and he quickly dropped it, darting to the place where he heard Ryou's cry.

 

The boy was sat on the ground, panting and holding his heart, as he stared wide-eyed at the bloody corpse of a priizha. Malik was at his side, fussing over him and another vampire stood over the dead body, his knuckles dripping with the priizha's blood.

 

Bakura stood shocked by the impulsive threat to Ryou's life, thankful that it was gone, but most of all he felt caution wash over him, as he came to stand at Ryou's side. He gave Marik a guarded look, as his eyes switched back and forth between him, Ryou and the priizha.

 

Marik snorted, wiping his hand against his dark coat. “Don't worry, Baku, I didn't hurt your pretty prize. That little mother fucker tried to though.” He finished, kicking the corpse for good measure.

 

Bakura's eyes narrowed in a glare. “What are you doing here and what do you want?”

 

Malik pulled on Bakura's sleeve, trying to get the elder vampire's attention. “Bakura, it's all right. He's not here to hurt us.”

 

Marik smirked smugly. “I only came back for what's mine.”

 

Malik smacked him upside the head and pouted. “You bastard.”

 

Marik grinned goofily and wrapped his arms around Malik's waist, nuzzling his neck. Malik giggled and looked up at Bakura, opening his mouth to say something, but Bakura beat him to it.

 

“Yes, Malik, he can come, but I still don't trust you after what you pulled the last time. You try to fool me the first time, shame on me, you try to fool me the second time, you can consider yourself dead.”

 

 

`And thus Marik joined our quest for… What are we looking for again?' Ryou thought, digging in his brain and trying to remember what it was they were looking for. It was something about the gods and the vampires, something about apocalypse…

 

His brain stuttered to a stop, as the four of them entered a red lit room, full of smoke and heady aroma, dark, heavy rock music played as the creatures in the booths had orgies, scarcely anyone on the dance floor, save for some random drunks, or sluts trying to impress someone and get them in their bed. The smell of sex lay heavily over them and Ryou started feeling light-headed, his body becoming hyper sensitive and he became conscious to the unnerving, hungry stares he was receiving from the mating vampires.

 

Bakura noticed Ryou's unsure step and strange, drunk-like sway. He moved to the boy's side and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, just as the boy seemed to about fall over and get dragged into the intimate pool the vampire's created in the place. He forgot how the smell of vampires mating affected humans. The vampires, as they mated, emitted strong sexual auras to attract their partners, and humans being especially delicate fell immediately under the spell. He had to admit though, Ryou was holding up great in a place brimming over the roof with sexual aura and tension.

 

They stopped at the bar and the demon looked them over before smirking. “Goin' ta have an orgy wit dis little one, ey? Pure an' clean I bet.”

 

Bakura narrowed his eyes, but nodded, knowing Ryou was going to be safer as his slave in here. He took the keys to their room and led Ryou away towards the staircase, Marik and Malik soon following.

 

Malik shuddered as they followed down the grimy hallway. “Terrible place, but they do have good rooms.” He said, opening the door to his and Marik's room, which was very nicely furnished and well taken care of, if not a bit over the top. He wrinkled his nose, as he stared around the lavish room, taken right out of the horniest bachelor's pad. The mirrors, the whips, and the bar that was hanging over the bed didn't really sit well with him.

 

“I feel as if I just walked onto a porno movie set.”

 

Marik chuckled behind him and pushed him onto the bed. “At least it's better than sleeping on the ground in forest that is infested with god knows what crawling at night.”

 

Malik smirked. “Yeah, you being one of those `god knows what's.”

 

Marik glared, before a smirk spread across his face and he pounced.

 

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Bakura laid Ryou on the bed, the boy's pale skin and hair standing out greatly against the pink, tiger striped comforter. Ryou moaned and his head lolled to the side, as he tried to hold onto Bakura's arms, his senses over whelmed with sensations. The smell and the sight of the vampire's mating brought out primal needs in him and he wanted to fulfill them so badly.

 

Bakura frowned at Ryou's needy mewl as his knuckles grazed the soft cheek. “Sleep, Ryou. Tomorrow you'll be back to normal.” He murmured against the sweating forehead, before he muttered something and Ryou fell into a dreamless sleep, almost comatose in his sudden stillness.

 

“Hopefully.”

 

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Oh good God! Poor Ryou #^.^# So, how'd you like this chappie? Hmm? Hmm? `Cuz I have absolutely no comment on it and damnit I don't have an excuse for myself. I know I didn't update in a long while and I'm sorry. I'm not going to drop this story or any of the other ones, but `Beauty Within Darkness', yeah, that's one nasty hiatus right there. Well, cheerio.