Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The defamation of recurrent entities. ❯ Chapter One. The game begins to end. ( Chapter 1 )

Sweet notes:  I was re-reading the 140 something reviews for Exfoliation and recarn when several things struck me at once; an idea, my hand and a bug. Putting the hand and the bug aside, I couldn't help but focus on the idea, "Why don't you get your lazy arse in gear and tie up all the plot-holes in Exfoliate and Recarn?" What a strange and unusual idea this was! Unfortunately for the list of 'unfinished stories' and my over-worked imagination, I shouldn't have done what I did… so, enjoy, this is the first chapter of our plot-hole killer.  Don't you hate it when your already rampant imagination takes a perfectly busy time and adds to it? I know I do.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.

Warnings: Lemon, blood, bishounen boinking, Yaoi, gay guys, Yami/Yugi, Otogi/Yami, Otogi/Yugi, rape, AU, swearing and vampires.

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The defamation of recurrent entities.

~By Sweetdeily.

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'It's none of their business that you have to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.'

- Ernest Hemmingway.

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It is a dark story. And I fear the ending is not completed yet… you might have nightmares." Yami murmured into the shell of Yugi's ear, fingers rubbing the human's upper arm.

They lay together on their big king sized bed, bodies entwined after a recent rumpling of the very nice satin sheets. The room was thrown into those murky shadows that very, very low lights produce, and the occupants on the bed didn't really have anything in particular that they looked at.

Yugi sported a hickey on his neck and a light-headed disposition. His response was childish at best. It sounded far too weak for the small warrior. "I won't have nightmares in your arms, I never do."

Blood loss could make even the bad-ass teacher from hell sound like he looked. Girly.

"Well… it happened a long, long, long time ago. Before I came to Tokyo, before I woke from my tomb… before-"

"I'm suffering blood-loss induced light headed-ness, not complete imbecility." Yugi interjected with a pout.

"Sorry… I was trying for the dramatic effect."

"Well don't. I'm sure it'll be plenty dramatic." The human reprimanded.

"You want it straight?"

"Yeah! Give it to me in a shot glass with a little umbrella." Yugi grinned and patted Yami's hand on his arm.

Yami opened his mouth to remind Yugi what kind of glass umbrellas came in, but decided he'd probably just get them arguing. Even if Yugi had been pretty nice and… unusually normal the last few months, he didn't really want half his entourage killed in the event of Yugi going on an insane killing spree. Yugi had told him that part of him was gone now, but… Yami had seen moments when someone pissed Yugi off by calling him weak or a kid and had signed the hospital bills as part of the compensation. The warrior, the deadly creature inside Yugi… he wasn't gone. Yugi seemed to have of just given up on killing vampires for no reason. Not that Yami wasn't HAPPY, but… you can't keep the demons inside forever. After seven hundred and thirty one years of life, Yami knew that those demons should be eating at the human. He gazed at the flower he held in his arms, knowing that he was holding a poisonous flower, but not wanting to give it up all the same. So he didn't voice his deep thoughts or his inner turmoils and he answered the young boy with what he wanted to know. "It was a love-bite."

"From a fucking sword or something?" Yugi asked with a snort.

"Funny you should say that actually…"

"A sword… love-bit you?" Yugi frowned and twisted in Yami's hold so he could look up at the vampire. "Don't think that just because I let you bite me that it means you can make fun of me."

"I'm not. It was… well, I used to have a lover, a little different to you and me now and… well… we had a disagreement of sorts. So he cut me to ribbons. He was… well… he wasn't natural, that's all I can say."

"So why don't you have more than this one scar?"

"I've never been really sure. All the others healed up pretty quick, but this one is…" Yami trailed off as Yugi applied his tongue to the battle-wound. There was a lot he could have said right there; that Yugi had work in the morning, that Yami was tired and it was almost four in the morning, that blood loss wasn't good to… well, there was a lot that he COULD have said but he just decided to go with the homicidal lunatic in his arms.

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Vampires become complicated as they grow older. Yami was one of the oldest vampires on the planet and he had survived more crap than anyone else. He had powers that fledglings would never comprehend and some called him a god. At the same time, he was always aware of two things: No matter how old you get, there is always a way to kill you and… the undead do not dream.

So when he had the strange sensation of floating in nothingness, a sensation he remembered from eons ago as a mortal, he was confused at first.

Then, the first of the figure's emerged and it all began to make a sick sort of sense to him.

Yami was not dreaming. Yami was being sent a message. A message in a memory.

/ The sweet scent of roses and blood filled the air. The young girl lay forgotten in the bushes behind the park bench and the pair of them sat daintily on the chair. He caught those emerald eyes looking at him and laughed richly.

"You see, foreigner, you see?" He stood and twirled, taking the offered hand in his and bending to kiss the knuckles appropriately before bouncing backward and taking the trunk of the nearest tree to swing around, landing on the bench in a hunch.

"I do, I see very well! Even though it is the dead of night and the corpse behind us is why we see so well! Hah!" And they both laughed richly at their mutual taint.

"You like this place, foreigner? You buy many slaves from the families!"

"I shall buy you!" He was informed jokingly.

"No! A jest, a jest indeed! For I… I am no lowly slave. I am the… the… the brood of the first! You can not buy I!"

"But I shall, and I shall call you Dark!"

"Dark? Why it is not a name but a shade of a color! Hahaha, you… you cannot name a man a… shade of a color! No, no, no! You mock me!"

"I dare not!" He was caught up in the foreigner's arms and dragged into the man's lap to sit comfortably. The woman had been drunk enough that now they were both quite smashed and Yami's normally good language skills were not so good.

"You dare too!"

"Nay! Nay, little dark-eyes. I mock you not! And… and I am not mocking you at'all." He put a hand on Yami's nose to steady them both and after a good laugh about their stupidity; he moved down to kiss the dark-eyed native deeply.

"But you mocked me when you left all those years ago, dark-eyes, and now… now I shall mock you."/

Yami awoke at sunset with his normally quiet heart doing triple-time. The bed was empty and Yami mourned his little Yugi to warm his hands up. The blood in his body didn't circulate when he was sleeping, and now that his heart was beating again it slowly started its journey to the rest of his body.

Yami ran a hand through his hair, he wasn't sweating, but he was trying to formulate the right deity to pray to for help.

The scar across his chest ached like the wound that had sired it was reopened and Yami hissed into the empty room. "Fuck off!"

A silent laugh filled his mind and broke out into the whole room. "Scared, dark-eyes?"

Yami growled and stood, he looked around the room for the bug.

There would be a bug, for this one always had a bug.

He couldn't see it and irritated, Yami sent the dark wave of power under his wing outward; smashing everything in the room that could be smashed; ripping everything that could be ripped; tearing everything that could be torn; squeezing everything that could be squeezed. In a mere second the room was reduced to rubble and sparking electric wires.

The laughter vanished and Yami strode to the now buckled doors. He flung them open without touching them and marched down the hallways toward Seto Kaiba's office. Something needed to be done!

"We have a problem!" He understated.

~ To Be Continued…

Sweets: Yes, we do have a problem!

Yami: Yeah! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CALL THAT?

Sweets: A very classy intro?

Yugi: I uh, don't think…

Yami: A classy intro? A CLASSY INTRO? That was… that was… stupid! This story arch isn't meant to be from my POV!

Yugi: Well… he's got a point. It'll look stupid if it is from he's POV all the time, like it was with mine.

Sweets: why can't it be both?

Jou: Too sloppy.

Seto: Yeah, it'd be like here, there, here, there, over there. We know how you write.

Sweets: Oh shove it! The first chapter of Recarn was like this! Anyway, minna, reviews?