Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of Crimson Nights ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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Soft whispers and giggles were what I woke up to the next night. I groaned, and forced myself to open my eyes and sit up.

The two other occupants in the room froze immediately once they saw I was awake, and I could smell their nervousness.

"What are you two doing in here?" I asked, blinking at the teens and yawning. I felt ten times better than yesterday, even though I still felt drained and some slight pain. Ryou smiled at me, and stood up, Malik copying him, only his smile was more hesitant. I tilted my head to the side. What were they up to? Suddenly, Ryou flung himself at me, and I barely caught him in time. "Hey!"

"Drink." He whispered, and once again I was hypnotized, hands digging themselves into his shoulders, trying to push away. Then I felt Malik wrap his arms around me as well, whispering the same word that seemed to always make me lose control. The two pressed tighter against me and I could smell their blood, begging me to drink it, savor it, love it.

I snapped.

Crying out in ecstasy, I buried my fangs into the gentler boy's throat, not even checking to make sure I didn't cause him new scars. Once I tasted the blood, all else vanished. I remembered taking as much as I could without harming him, feeling him go limp within my grasp, and then a new figure pressing their wrist to my mouth. This was a new flavor, one I was unfamiliar with, but it was as good as my slave's, just as sweet and innocent, only with a hint of spice that drove me positively wild. I forced myself to draw back violently, so violently that I spilled out on the floor, panting and staring at the ceiling dazedly.

"Wow." I murmured to myself, and shuddered at the still remaining pleasure. Once I regained my composure, I lifted myself up to my feet and stared at the two teens on my bed.

Ryou had quite obviously passed out, his eyes shut and head resting limply on his arm. I noticed with surprise that he wore a slightly peaceful smile on his face, making him look even more angelic than I ever imagined. His puncture wounds were still bleeding, however, and I was quick to fix that, kissing his neck gently and watching them close up.

Next, I turned to Malik, who was still surprisingly conscious, staring at me dully as he rested against the headboard of my bed. I saw that he was holding his bleeding wrist tightly to his chest, and reached out to grab it, half expecting him to shy away. Astonishing enough, he didn't, and let me heal him with a quick touch. An uncomfortable fog of silence descended upon the room.

"Why?" I asked suddenly, unable to keep the question in for so long. He glanced up at me curiously.

"What do you mean?" He whispered, closing his eyes tiredly. I must have exhausted him.

"Why are you and Ryou doing this?" Another blank stare. "Why are you helping us?" I asked desperately, feeling my eyes began to tear up against my will. What these two teens had done for us was unbelievable, and I knew that Marik and I were not used to acts of kindness such as this.

"Because." He answered simply. The reply angered me and I scowled, opening my mouth to yell but stopped when he continued talking. "You may not believe it, but you saved us, saved us from a lot of pain and suffering. And for that, we're very grateful. Our obedience is the least thing we could do as payment."

"I don't understand." I shook my head. "We're vampires. Humans like you are terrified of us, so what makes you any different?" That was another thing I didn't understand. Usually, when a mortal knew what we were, they'd go completely insane. But Ryou and Malik? They didn't seem to fully realize…

"Because, now we see you aren't evil." Malik smiled at me.

I was shocked. No, I was completely stunned. Here, this boy, this frail, 16 year old human boy, was telling me that I wasn't evil.

I wanted to laugh, I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry.

How could he think that? That I wasn't evil? I've killed without thought. Murdered tens of thousands of people during my existence. It's how I survive.

And he thought I wasn't evil.

I shook my head sadly, and turned my head away from him.

"You don't know what you're saying, kid." I muttered bitterly. He only smiled tiredly at me again, his lavender eyes staring at me knowingly.

"Yes, I do." And with those words, he fell asleep. I studied him quietly, pondering over what he said before lifting him up and setting him down in a more comfortable position next to his friend. I took a blanket, and tucked it around them, kissing both their cheeks without a second thought before exiting to find my lover.

I found him in a room down the hall, a few away from mine. I opened the door quietly, not sure if he was still resting or not.

"Come on in, Kura." I sighed in relief at the voice, and stepped fully into the room, revealing myself. Marik smiled up at me, and then frowned upon sensing my emotions. "What's wrong?" I shook my head and leapt into his arms, burying my head into his chest. He sat there and held me, waiting patiently for me to say something.

"Did you feed?" I murmured, lifting myself into a more comfortable position, shifting to look at his eyes.

"Yeah. Malik and Ryou were here." He ran his fingers through my hair. "They seemed devoted to helping us."

"I know."

"It was rather, shocking." He admitted, kissing the top of my head gently. "Is that what's bugging you? Is it because you fed from them? They offered…"

"That's not it." I mumbled.

"Then what's wrong. You're not usually like this." Marik stated worriedly.

"Marik?"

"Yes, love?"

"Am I bad?" I felt him jolt in shock and curiosity.

"Bad? Well, of course you're bad! You're the most sexiest bad boy out there!" Marik snickered, giving my ass a light smack.

"That's not what I meant." I mumbled with a frown, avoiding eye contact. "I mean, am I evil?"

"Bakura." Marik turned serious, and I just wanted to curl up in his arms once again. "Why are you asking this?"

"Malik said I'm not, and I don't believe him." I whispered.

"Why don't you?"

"You know why." I said bitterly. I was a killer, a cold blooded killer.

"We do that to survive, Bakura. I thought you knew this already." Marik said firmly, overhearing my thoughts and forcing me to look up at him.

"Yes, but…"

"Look, Bakura, if Malik said you're not evil, then you're not." Marik interrupted me before pulling me into his arms quickly, as if it was the end of our conversation.

"But-!"

"I love you." He whispered, making me stop what I was going to say. "That's all that matters. I love you for who you are." He kissed my lips tenderly, pulling back and smiling at me before I was once again wrapped in his embrace. I smiled, feeling a lot better, and snuggled down comfortably.

"I love you too."

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"So, what do you want to do now?" Marik asked, breaking the comfortable silence in the room. I sighed and shrugged. I was still wrapped up in his arms, and I was quite content with that. "Hn. Maybe we should make Ryou and Malik something to eat. After all, they will be starving when they awaken."

"That's true." I muttered before burying my face into his chest.

"Come on, you lazy lover of mine. Get up." Marik chuckled, twirling his hands in my hair.

"I'm not lazy." I pouted, finally sitting up. He silenced my pout with a kiss, pulling back and smirking at me. I scowled. "That's not fair…"

"What isn't?"

"Whenever you do that I always forget what I was upset about in the first place." I smiled, and he laughed, patting my head.

"You're so adorable!"

"Adorable?" I snorted indignantly. "Since when am I adorable?"

"Since now." He giggled and kissed me once again. "You know, I haven't screwed you for a long time…" I gave him an annoyed look.

"Don't even think about it."

"Aww, why not?"

"Because, we need to go feed the two boys, now come on." I rose off of his lap and headed out into the hall, hearing Marik groan in disappointment. And I caught myself wondering once again if he would ever grow up.

"What are we going to feed them? The food left here has probably already spoiled." Marik asked, now walking behind me.

"You're right." I frowned. "Well, maybe Yami did something useful and left something for them to eat."

"I can't believe he showed up." Marik growled. "We didn't even ask for his help!"

"He probably heard us without meaning to, as did a lot of other vampires." I shrugged. "We were so mentally out of it, I'm surprised that no fledglings came to kill us."

"Yeah, that was odd, wasn't it?" Marik pondered. "I mean, we do have a lot of immortals who want us dead."

"Maybe Yami had something to do with it." I suggested.

"No, he said he showed up a few days later, remember?" Marik scratched the back of his head. "He couldn't have protected us before that."

"Hn. I don't like this. Something doesn't feel right." I admitted, shifting from one foot to the other anxiously.

"Well, we can't worry about it now." Marik said, tugging my hand down the stairs. "We have to find something for Ryou and Malik to eat."

"Alright." I sighed, following him into the kitchen. I looked through the cupboards and noticed with relief that Yami had indeed left some new unspoiled food. "Well, this will work…" I glanced over to the small table next to me, and also saw a small fruit tray, attached to it was a note.

To Lord Bakura and Marik:

These are some of Ryou and Malik's favorite fruits. I found out what they liked the other day while chatting with them. So, don't waste your energy on making something, just give them this, they'll love it! Yami and I hope you'll both feel better soon!

From,

Yugi

I snorted as I read over the letter, amused at the boy's boldness and innocence. There was a mini cartoon picture in the bottom corner of Yami and Yugi waving, and I smiled evilly, I would definitely be showing Yami this the next time I saw him. Underneath the drawings however, was another small note.

P.S. Take good care of Ryou and Malik! They're really sweet and I'd hate to see them hurt again!

I scowled, and handed the note over to Marik.

"I guess we'll just take this up then." I said, picking up the small tray. "Marik? Could you bring up some wine or water for them?"

"Ooh! Wine!" He licked his lips, eyes lighting up. "I'll get the good stuff from the cellar!" And before I knew it, he was gone. Sighing, I shook my head and made my way to the stairs. Marik absolutely loved wine. To him, it was almost as good as blood. I myself was quite fond of the liquid, but I was never one to be as picky as my lover was about the right taste and texture.

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Another break my friends. I bet that right now you're all thinking, 'But I thought vampires couldn't eat or drink?' Well, we can, it's just that we don't usually need to. Sometimes, one will eat and drink only for the taste, even though the flavors of the food dull after a long time. It's sort of like eating just for pleasure. Well, I apologize for once again interrupting the story. Please, by all means, continue reading…

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"He's obsessed." I muttered, climbing my way up to the teen's room.

"I am not." Marik sulked, now walking behind me. He was holding two bottles of our most expensive wine along with four nice glasses.

"What if they don't drink yet?" I asked, arriving at the door, pushing it open softly.

"Then they'll start now." Marik smiled, but his smile faded as soon as he looked into the room.

"What's wrong?" I looked into the room myself and paused, blinking. Malik was thrashing around, tears streaming down his face and whimpering quietly under the sheets. I mentally nudged my lover to go and wake him up as I set down the food. He jumped, first setting down the glasses and the wine, and walked over to the bed, pulling Malik out of the tangled covers and smoothing back his hair.

"Shhh, Malik, wake up…" He soothed, and I watched with sparkling eyes as he comfortingly began to rub circles on the smaller boy's back. I didn't understand why it made me so happy looking at this display of affection my lover was giving this slave, but I felt myself practically squealing in glee.

Suddenly, Malik's eyes shot open, and he gave a strangled yell, trying to pull out of Marik's arms. Marik just held him tighter, whispering words into his ear to calm him down. Gradually, Malik began to relax, but his eyes were darting around nervously, and he was still gasping for breath. Next to him, I noticed with amusement that Ryou was still sound asleep, and hadn't looked as if he was disturbed at all.

"What's wrong, Malik?" I asked quietly, kneeling down to face him. He sniffled and closed his eyes, his arms tightening around himself.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Marik ran his fingers through the other's pale locks lovingly. Malik nodded his head, his eyes drooping shut and his breathing slowing down to a normal pace. "What was it about?" Malik's eyes snapped open and he looked up at Marik worriedly.

"It's alright, you don't have to tell us if you don't want to." I comforted, reaching over to rest my hand on his shoulder. He sniffled again, and wiped at his eyes.

"It was about my father…" He whispered hoarsely. I was honestly surprised that he was actually telling us, but it did make me happy.

"What about him? Do you miss him or something?" Marik asked, his hand still petting Malik's hair. I watched as Malik flinched after his question.

"N-No. I don't miss him." He stuttered. "My father, he, he hurt me. He hurt me a lot."

"Hurt you?" Marik repeated, then his eyes darkened, and his hand paused it's ministrations on Malik's head. "Was he the one who gave you those marks on your back?" I stiffened in shock. His father wouldn't have done such a horrible thing to his son, would he? I got my answer when Malik nodded his head, tears spilling out of the corners of his eyes.

"That bastard." I hissed, my teeth clenched together in anger. "Why would he do that?"

"Was he the one who sold you to me?" Marik asked suddenly.

"Yes." Malik answered, now fully leaning into Marik's arms. "He was my father, and my master."

"I'll kill him." Marik promised, his voice sending chills down my spine. Right now, his eyes were hardened, and he was glaring at the wall fiercely. Whenever he got like this, he was extremely deadly. And I knew, that by the end of this night, Malik's father would indeed be dead.

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Chibi B: I promise I'll try to post sooner here, and not forget. ^_^