Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of Crimson Nights ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chibi B: Hello again! Back with another update! Sorry it took me so long...

Taski: She's been getting laaaaaaaazy.

Chibi B: Oh hush up! ^^; Erm. Anywho, THANK YOU REVIEWERS! You inspire me sooooo much! Here's chapter 4! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or vampires...

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Chapter 4

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I groaned, once again waking up to Marik kissing his way down my neck.

"Morning love." He murmured, nipping at my collarbone, which caused me to shiver in pleasure.

"Morning." I replied softly, still tired out from the night before. I turned and buried my face into Marik's chest, enjoying his presence. I felt Marik absent-mindedly playing with my hair, and the feeling brought a smile to my face. Times like this were rare. Usually Marik and I were never a `cuddly' kind of couple, as some would call it.

"I'm famished." Marik growled, finally sitting up and pushing off the lid to the casket. "Let's go feed."

"Shouldn't we go leave food for Ryou and Malik first?" I asked, sitting up and stretching, an old mortal habit. I had already healed from last night's activities, and wasn't in the least bit sore. Marik glanced at me.

"Why do you call them by their names?" He wondered. I blinked, not knowing how to answer him. "They're just slaves, so why do you treat them differently then the others we've had in the past?" I looked away.

"They're, different somehow." I muttered. "And you know that too." Marik cursed and crossed his arms, turning his back to me.

"I don't understand why-."

"I don't either." I interrupted. "I just know that I don't want to hurt them." I turned Marik around to face me, studying his scowling face.

"I don't want to either, and that's, I'm just, I'm not used to feeling like this." He admitted, and I smiled at him.

"I understand completely." I said softly. "But maybe it's time to try to let someone else into our lives. I mean, we've lived with just each other for well over a century."

"I know." Marik frowned. "But still, they're just plain pitiful humans. We feed off of them, Bakura!"

I shook my head, distressed. I knew exactly what Marik was thinking about. But still, the young ones were quite attractive, and I knew that I had fallen for them instantly, just as I had with Marik. I only gave him my best begging look, blinking my eyes up at him for him to just consider being nicer to the two. He sighed, and I knew I had won the conversation.

"Let's bring them some food." He muttered, striding out of the room with his arms still crossed. I followed after him happily, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Thanks, love." I paused then, staring at him critically before my face broke out into a smile once more.

"What is it?" Marik raised an eyebrow while glancing over to me.

"Your burns are finally gone." I reached up to touch his cheek. "I'm glad." Marik just threw me his infamous smirk and started down the stairs into the kitchen.

"I'll bring them up some soup while you wake them." He said, and I nodded in agreement, unlocking the door to their chambers and entering. I felt my heart swell at seeing the two cuddled together in the same bed again, I can't describe to you how adorable they looked. I tiptoed carefully to the side of the bed and just stood and admired them.

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Let us take a pause in my story, my friends, to tell you that to this day, I still cannot get over Ryou and Malik's stunning beauty and purity. They were our two shining cherubs, and they still are to this day.

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As I stared at them, my hand unconsciously reached over to brush the hair away from Ryou's closed eyelids, and he began to awaken. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked up at me with a perplexed look on his face before it turned into a look of fear, and he immediately directed his gaze to the ground. I sighed sadly, and couldn't help but reach my hand over once again to run my fingers through his hair, only stopping because I couldn't stand to see him flinch at my touch.

"Marik will be up with some soup any time now," I spoke softly, standing up to stride over to the other side of the bed. He gave me no answer, continuing to stare at the ground with fake interest.

I sighed once again, and gently nudged Malik's shoulder, trying to wake him. He frowned, grumbling in annoyance, and shifted in his sleep. I poked him another time, and he swatted my hand away, causing me to blink in surprise. I noticed Ryou beginning to fidget nervously, but ignored it, concentrating on trying to wake Malik up.

"Malik," I said gently, sitting down on the mattress next to his sleeping body. "Wake up." He mumbled once more, before rolling over, pushing me off the bed in the process. "Oof!" I fell, blinking up at the still sleeping face unbelievingly. The child had actually knocked me off the bed! I then scowled, hearing laughter behind me.

"I think I'm beginning to like that kid." Marik smirked amusedly; sauntering into the room and setting the tray that had two soup bowls on it on the table. "You're face was priceless, love."

"Oh, be quiet." I frowned, and stood up angrily, reaching over to shake Malik. The boy slept like a vampire did during the day! I was stopped from shaking him though, when Ryou threw his body on top of Malik's.

"Please, Master Bakura, d-don't strike him." He whimpered with his eyes shut tightly, as if he was expecting to be hit. I stared down at him, bewildered for a moment, before my eyes began to soften.

"I wasn't going to hit him Ryou." I said softly, gently tugging him off of the tan boy beneath him. "Now, why don't you let Marik feed you some soup while I try to wake him up, alright?" He looked at me with a troubled expression on his face, not knowing what to do.

"Here, Ryou, eat this." Marik shoved a soup bowl into the teen's hands. "It will help you get your strength back up." Ryou stared at the bowl critically, before bowing his head and doing as he was told, sipping on small spoonfuls. I let out a breath of relief before I turned back to the still sleeping child.

"Malik, you need to get up." I pushed his shoulder a little harder than before, and almost shouted in joy when he finally blinked his eyes open at me. He sat up quickly, and pulled the covers around him protectively. I overlooked the defensive gesture and turned to grab the other container of soup, handing it to him with a spoon. "Eat." He looked over at Ryou hesitantly, and seeing the other eating his portion, he started to eat his as well.

"When you're finished, we'll take you to the library." Marik said, "How does that sound?" Ryou kept his head lowered to the ground.

"Whatever it is you wish, Master Marik." He said softly. Marik shot me a surprisingly sad and guilty look, then turned back to the boy.

"You needn't call us that anymore." He smiled. "Just Marik and Bakura are fine." I watched as Ryou's eyes widened in confusion and uneasiness, and he nodded his head uncertainly.

We sat in a tense that was suddenly interrupted when Malik dropped his bowl of soup, and it shattered noisily on the ground. I looked over to him and noticed his hands had been shaking, and now his entire body was quivering from fear.

"It's alright," I assured, trying to calm him down. "Marik, go get him another bowl." Marik frowned, but did so anyways, returning in a few minutes with a brand new bowl filled with soup.

"His hands are still shaking," Marik commented, staring at Malik intensely. "He'll drop it again if you let him hold it." I looked over at the other sitting next to him.

"Ryou's hands are shaking badly as well." I pointed out. "We'll just have to spoon feed them." Malik looked up at me, mortified, and Ryou began to look more uncomfortable.

"That will be best." Marik agreed, and snatched the bowl out of my hands, and took my place sitting beside Malik. "I'll feed my slave, you go feed yours." I sighed, and walked around to Ryou's side, and sat down, gently prying the container out of his hands.

"It's alright." I comforted, lifting up a spoonful of the soup. "You're just drained from last night, you'll be fine once you get your energy back up." He nodded timidly at me, and opened his mouth to receive the revitalizing soup.

After about fifteen more minutes, the teens had finished eating, and were waiting tensely to see what it was we'd do next. Without any warning, Marik and I grabbed the two startled boys into our arms, and down the hall to the library.

The library was, personally, my favorite place in the entire mansion. I loved just lounging there and reading different kinds of books, new and old. It was also a great place for Marik and I to just sit and enjoy one another's presence.

We soon arrived at the two large doors leading into the book filled room, and I pushed them both open, admiring the two slave's little gasps of awe. I couldn't blame them for their astonishment. The room was indeed enormous. Books surrounded the room, on shelves, on desks, even on the floor! And in the center of the room was a comfortable cushion area, where I usually spent my time reading. We set the two slaves down in the space, and plopped down right next to them.

"Feel free to read whatever you want." I smiled; staring at the two's astonished faces. "Marik and I have pretty much gone through every book in here."

"That's true." Marik nodded, reaching behind him to grab a dust-covered book lying on the floor. "Ah, the works of Aristotle." He grinned, "I had thought I lost this."

"You two can read, correct?" I turned to the silent boys, questioningly. Malik looked at the ground, and fiddled with the edge of a pillow, as if he was embarrassed, and Ryou still seemed to be in shock. I shook my head, but couldn't help myself from grinning at the adorable look Ryou wore. "Ryou?" I asked gently. His head snapped up to mine, and a light blush fell across his face.

"Y-Yes, I can read, Master." He said softly, and I frowned at being referred to as `Master'.

"What about you?" Marik questioned, nudging Malik. Malik looked away.

"I can't read very well." He mumbled, and I saw Ryou look at him sympathetically. Poor child, not knowing how to read must be harsh. I shook my head, mentally slapping myself. It's a wonder Ryou knew how to, not many slaves had even a slight education. Before I could offer any comfort, however, Marik spoke up before me.

"We'll just have to teach you then, hm?" He smirked, and then turned to wink at me. I smiled once again, glad that he was finally treating them with more kindness than before. But there was something still nagging me in the back of my mind, a question I sought out to answer.

"How old are you two?" Ryou looked up, startled, and I believe Malik's jaw dropped. Then, once again, the familiar sight of fear filled their eyes.

"What's up with you worrying over such simple questions?" Marik huffed, and I could tell he was annoyed.

"M-May we ask why you wish to know?" Ryou stuttered, as if he was paranoid he would be punished at any given moment.

"Just curious is all." I answered, raising an eyebrow at their behavior. "Is something wrong?" I couldn't understand why they were so tense. I saw Ryou begin to open his mouth to reply, but Malik cut him off before he could say anything.

"I am 13, and Ryou is 12." He answered. Ryou looked at him in disbelief and worry. It was a lie; I didn't even have to scan their minds to know it.

"You're lying." Marik snapped, and both boys flinched. He sighed, and then lowered his voice so as not to frighten them again. "We can both tell, so it would be better if you just told us the truth."

"I am 15." Ryou said softly. I laughed to myself. So I had been somewhat close about his age the first time I saw him.

"And I'm 16." Malik scowled, his hands clenching together tightly.

"Why did you lie?" Marik asked, and I waited patiently for an answer as well. I thought it odd at first when they reacted to us asking their names, but I thought it even more weird at them panicking just because we wanted to know their age.

"Because we both know the legal age you have to be to become a pleasure slave!" Malik shouted, then looked away angrily, and spoke in a more soft tone. "I don't want that kind of life for Ryou and I." Ryou's eyes were tearing, and he hugged his knees to his chest protectively.

I was shocked and appalled at what they mentioned. Why would they think we would use them as sex slaves? Then, I remembered what his old owner had said before I bought him...

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"Now, who wants to purchase this nice slave? He isn't very strong, but he's quite the looker! A perfect bed slave, if anything else."

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"We would do no such thing to you!" Marik shouted, disgusted as well at the thought of taking the two against their will. "You are not to be our pleasure slaves!"

"What else did you buy us for then?" Malik snapped, eyes glaring at us with indescribable hatred. "Just to look at us? To suck our blood until we whither and die?" I sat there, completely stunned by what the defiant slave was saying. "Is that it? Is that why?" I looked at Ryou, hoping and praying the boy didn't feel the same way, but he was still curled up defensively. My face fell, and I knew I needed to get out of there before anyone could tell I was upset.

"Marik and I will leave you now." I stood up quickly, and pulled my equally as shocked lover up with me. "Feel free to read whatever it is you want. You may wander around the mansion as well, but you are still not to enter our room, or leave the premises." I paused. "We'll be back shortly." Then I walked briskly out of the room, dragging Marik behind me.

"What's wrong, Kura?" Marik asked, coming up behind me and wrapping his hands around my waist. "I can sense you're upset." I sighed heavily, and leaned back against him.

"Just hungry." I murmured. Marik snorted behind me, nuzzling my neck and littering the exposed skin with kisses.

"You can't always lie to me, Bakura." I felt him smirk against my throat. "I can see right through you."

"Is that so?" I chuckled. He was trying to lighten up the mood, I could tell, and it made me happy to know that he cared. I spun around in his arms and kissed his nose, laughing when he blinked at me with a confused expression on his face. "Come, let's hunt." My eyes flashed red, then changed quickly back into brown. He snickered at me, and then grinned, showing off his sparkling white canines.

"Yes, let's eat, the town is waiting for us."

And we left together, hand in hand.

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Chibi B: Meh, this was sorta pointless...-_-

Taski: I agree.

Chibi B: -_-, I'll try to make the next one better. Until next time! Bye bye!



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