Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The defamation of recurrent entities. ❯ Chapter Five. The End of All Life ( Chapter 5 )

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Ryuji had handcuffed Yugi’s wrists together and dragged the boy into his audience room while the human had clunked out of it, and started babbling something inane about a vampire. The kid had really snapped badly. Ryuji didn’t think there was enough magic in the world to repair what was going on inside his head.

Yugi stared into oblivion like a lifeless doll, his lips moving soundlessly.

Ryuji could feel the heavy magics that Yami was working to get through the barriers around his little home, the fierce way that the barriers were simply knocked down or shredded, instead of carefully unlocked was lazy and careless. It would be Yami’s undoing. Already, Ryuji could feel the webs of magic that clung to Yami’s very flesh like leeches. Magical traps that would render the ancient vampire helpless.

The mad vampire’s servants were dying in droves at Yami’s hands, those foolish enough to attempt to stop him, laid down their lives in a vain expense of power on Yami’s behalf.

The room had been set up elaborately; the blonde elf lay on a long table like a meal–Ryuji gave him five minutes, before he died of blood-loss–and the walls were gilt with decorations of the centuries. He sat at the head of the long table, in a small throne-like chair, backed in stone. Yugi was chained to the ground by his wrists and ankles, like the sacrificial lamb he would become.

The double doors exploded in a shower of dust and splinters- massive oak wooden contraptions reduced to rubble in a single thought.

The vampire that stormed through those doors was exactly as Ryuji remembered him. Screaming in rage and hatred, his fangs extended like a child chucking a tantrum, bloody sweat clinging the white shirt to his body, and tight, attractive features. Yami wore a white shirt and all black over it. He held a scepter in one hand, that Ryuji knew to be an item of potent magic. Behind the Egyptian vampire was a priestly entourage.

After millennia, vampires tended to become dramatic in everything they did, and these children were no exception, they had garbed themselves in attractive styles of the centuries, or their traditional priestly robes in some cases. If they had of attacked with a plan or a thought for logic, they no doubt, would have easily overpowered Ryuji’s forces and forced the ancient vampire into submission.

But the anger that so blatantly displayed itself over Yami’s face showed his lack of thought. He truly loved the little mortal Ryuji had taken.

Ryuji opened his mouth to begin his speech, the one he had been practicing all evening, when Yugi suddenly stopped muttering. The silence was so sudden that the elder vampire glanced down at the human.

Yugi’s eyes blinked, very slowly, and very deliberately. Someone had come home. The only question was, who?

“Ahh, sweet dark-eyes. So nice to see you brought friends.” Ryuji ignored the human for the time being and looked back at the Egyptian.

“Give him back, or so help me Ryuji-”

“You’ll do /what/ exactly?” Ryuji sneered; he leveled his sword at Yugi’s chest. Not seeing the bright eyes that caught the glint of the blade.

Yami opened his mouth and said something, but the words were drowned out by the echoing growl that came from the human chained to the ground. “Crumple.”

Ryuji frowned now and looked back down at the human. This one really did have the worst timing.

The elder vampire was about to say something- no doubt witty and entertaining (for himself at least,) when two things caught his attention at once. The first was that the sword he was holding was crumpled and twisted like a piece of paper. The second was that Yugi Motouh. HUMAN, Yugi Motouh, was snapping himself out of the chains like they were chalk. Blood ran down the inside of his wrists and ankles like water, as though the human simply could not feel the pain that should have stopped him. It was akin to a wolf biting their own leg off in an effort to escape a bear-trap.

“Yugi!”

Yami’s concerned voice enraged Ryuji’s thoughts and he raised a hand, smacking the human with the back of his knuckles, hard enough to force the human back into the ground like a rag-doll.

Yugi didn’t move for a while, and Ryuji was able to concentrate on more important things. Like Yami. “As you can see, I have your little slut. Now… how much is he worth to you?”

One of the priests, the one who owned the blonde elf was quickly and quietly taking the very still creature off the table, while another collected the arm. They were never going to save him.

Yami hissed, the sound shattering the windows and causing several of the younger vampire’s ears to bleed. “Give him back and I’ll let you live!”

Ryuji laughed, ignoring the urge to glance back down as Yugi began to finally move again. “How presumptuous of you, Yami! What makes you think you –could- kill me? I’m older than even you!”

“You pin him down like a butterfly-” A small, quiet voice began.

“- and tear off all the extra limbs. Unlike a butterfly, he’ll still be moving-” The voice was disturbingly calm and collected.

“So you remove the head. Still alive? You take out the heart. Still beating? You burn it. Still moving the body? You burn the head. You cover it in magical wards. And finally? If that doesn’t all work… you find yourself the first available demon-”

Ryuji stared at the little human as he began to get to his feet- almost like he was being pulled up be some invisible hand. The human’s head remained downcast, but Ryuji could see the mouth moving slowly with the words.

“Yugi!” Yami’s worried voice called out. “Come here, quickly!”

“-And you trade something with him. Demons love human things. Baseball cards are worth a lot down in hell-” Yugi’s hands slowly rose through the air, like a zombie of some description, being ordered to hold someone’s coat. “-especially the limited edition kind.” He laughed; a high pitched, painful sound that caused the vampire’s present to grab at their ears in pain.

Ryuji felt liquid trickle down the side of his face and realized it was blood. What was going on?

The human continued. “I’m fresh out of baseball cards. And I didn’t have much to trade. So I had a toss up. Unfortunately there was a mix up. So now I have everything I need… but… I’m all hollow inside. Like someone just dug out my entrails and ate them while I watched-” He turned, eyes slowly rising to meet Ryuji’s. “- that would be you. Oh well. I’ve gotten side-tracked. Ah, yes. As I was saying. You call up your local demon. Get a good deal. And he gives you this little object.”

Yugi’s hands, still out in their strange zombie-pose, closed around something. A long pole appeared in his fingers and the human slowly, robotically, lowered his arms. “I didn’t get the point at first. What use would this be?”

The eyes that were staring at Ryuji were devoid of the things they had possessed not to long ago. Horror? No. Terror? No. Sadness? No. No happiness, no anger. They were just… empty. Like winter skies.

“Yugi… are you alright?” Yami asked. The president had gotten closer. He was half-way across the room now.

Yugi turned just his head. “You might be next, if the mood strikes me. Because I thought about it. I thought about what you said. How there was one thing that could still destroy you.”

Ryuji swallowed. “There is nothing in this world that can harm us enough to kill us! Now shut up!”

Yugi turned again. And it was like his empty eyes just trapped Ryuji’s thoughts and forced the vampire to listen. “No. There wasn’t. Because the soul doesn’t exist on this world. It is always trapped in the Ether. Like your shadow. So… so… what if… there was something that could grab your soul and eat it up? Then… what would happen to the vampire?” Yugi’s voice dropped very suddenly to a guttural growl that echoed off the ceiling.

Ryuji glanced nervously at the pole in Yugi’s hands. There was a weapon that could destroy a vampire’s soul, leaving him lifeless. It had been destroyed long ago because of its terrible power. But the weapon that Ryuji was thinking about was a spear, not a staff.

The human gripped the handle of the item he was holding and twisted his fingers around. The top of the staff exploded as a spear-head popped out. Yugi twisted the spear again, and his hands turned white on the shaft. A second passed before a second point exploded out of the bottom. Yugi placed his other hand on the spear and it cracked in the center, turning into two blades.

“Step one. The enemy needs to get close to kill you.” Yugi shifted his weight and spread his legs, holding both swords like the expert he was. He centered himself and then, in a blindingly fast movement, dashed forward, jabbing at Ryuji with the blade.

The ancient vampire jumped backward, narrowly avoiding the attack. He narrowed his cat-like eyes at Yugi and lashed out with a fist. The hand was deflected by the rotating defense of the second spear. The human twisted the weapon so that it caught Ryuji’s own momentum and left the vampire’s middle open.

Ryuji narrowly side-stepped the stab to his middle, forgetting about keeping an eye on Yami and his little children and concentrating on the psychotic human in front of him.

They danced around; Yugi’s small form was surprisingly fast for a human and Ryuji found it almost impossible to land a blow on the mortal.

A blast of magic threw them combatants apart and Ryuji turned to see Yami pointing his scepter at them. “Leave him to me, Yugi.”

The human frowned and darted forward again, launching a second attack on the ancient vampire. His arm swung downward in a quick, sure arc.

Ryuji grinned and caught the human by the throat in a movement that was faster than eyes could track. The sudden strangle-hold brought the human up short and he dropped the attacking sword in an effort to grasp at the hand around his neck.

“Now you die, little whore.” Ryuji hissed.

Yugi gurgled something and rammed the remaining spear through the vampire’s stomach. Ryuji felt a shudder pass through his body, but the wound was no trouble to him. He laughed and brought up one hand, showing it to Yugi’s wide, rolling eyes before plunging it into the human’s stomach.

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Time stopped.

It seemed like there was all the time in the world to take a sudden gasp of air. Like there was all the seconds in the universe to step forward. Like Ryuji was moving in slow motion. Like Yugi would avoid the killing blow at the last second.

But as the moment came for everything to work out, time resumed. Yugi didn’t have enough time to avoid the blow. Yugi didn’t have enough speed to move away from the hand that suddenly dove into his body. Yami couldn’t make a flying leap to save him.

And there was that rushing in Yami’s ears- a rushing of blood he hadn’t heard for thousands of centuries. The feeling of cold, hard fear rushing through his body.

And Yugi’s body was slumping, the scent of blood rising thickly in the room. And Yami could only seem to stand there, eyes wide as Yugi was tossed onto the ground, a gaping hole in his stomach.

Ryuji stood there, the miniature spear sticking out of his stomach like some kind of parody on everything the human had been trying to do. Blood dripped from Ryuji’s fingers in steady drops.

Yami thought he heard someone screaming. Someone might have needed to tell the vampire- it was him.

His fangs were lengthening, his nails becoming claws, his eyes narrowing to burning slits. He hadn’t ever felt this angry. Never before. His hair rose in tendrils around his face.

“Ryuji.” The vampire growled. “I’m going to kill you!”

Ryuji laughed, but the sound cut short as Yami flew at him.

The two vampires met in midair, fangs hissing, eyes narrowed, wills pulsing. Their hands shredded clothing and skin alike before being caught in a joint lock.

The room felt the full effect of the battle, chairs and smaller items seemed to simply explode into dust from the pressure in the air, the big table broke in the center and the proceeded to huddle against the ground as its surface suffered dints and holes.

The walls cracked outward, as though the pressure were forcing the whole area to become a giant fish-bowl.

And still the two ancient beings strained against each other.

Yami’s followers- those not quick enough to escape the room or throw up shields- began to scream as their limbs were torn from their bodies. Blood sprayed the walls in waves of gore.

And then Yami felt something give. A shocked look on Ryuji’s face showed that something, indeed, had failed. Something important.

The older vampire went flying backward into the wall, and straight through. Yami was hot on his trail and Ryuji barely hit the ground before a hand punched through his chest in a spray of blood.

There was a mad, hissing, clawing struggle that was to no avail as Yami’s fist closed around the other vampire’s heart.

Ryuji had a half a second of pure terror before the hand pulled the heart from his body. Yami’s eyes were almost red with hatred as the Egyptian crushed the organ very deliberately.

Yami watched as those eyes slowly went dull. He tore into the throat of his enemy and pulled the other vampire’s head off. He began to rip at the limbs, scattering them wildly like a child with taffy.

He was screaming. Screaming and crying and sobbing and he kept ripping Ryuji’s body apart until there was nothing left to tear at. Then he set fire to the room with an almost screeched command.

Yami didn’t know how he got his feet under him, he didn’t know how he stumbled out, looking for Yugi’s body.

The human was breathing in short, gasping breaths of air. He had about a minute of life left in him. Yugi’s eyes rolled to Yami’s face as the vampire cradled the boy in his lap, there was so much blood. he was sitting in a pool of it.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” Yami sobbed out, he found his blood-soaked hands were softly stroking Yugi’s fast cooling face.

Yugi smiled, the action causing him to cough a bit of blood up. “Guess I was just too… too slow.” Yugi choked out.

Yami sobbed, holding his little lover ever so gently. “No Yugi… no. Please don’t go…”

Yugi coughed again, more blood spilling down his chin. “I just wish… just once… I could have…” he trailed off, smiling softly, one hand raised toward Yami’s face and the vampire ducked his head, feeling the soft press of Yugi’s fingers against his chin.

“Shhh, you have to save your strength.”

Yugi didn’t stop smiling. “I… should have said… too… sappy. Saying it… now…. I love you…”

Yami hissed his bloody tears blurring his vision. “No… don’t worry, Yugi. We’ll get through this. We’ll… oh god.” He watched as Yugi’s body spasmed, holding the cold mortal to his chest.

“There is a way to save him…” A soft voice called out.

Yami looked up, seeing an only barely conscious blonde elf being cradled in Seto Kaiba’s arms. “How?”

The elf touched his neck with his good arm. Revealing the neat needle mark there where he had been given a very heavy and quick blood infusion. “Unlike me… he can be turned into a vampire.”

Yami looked down at Yugi. The mortal was about to die. He only had a few seconds to decide. Yugi was already unconscious. It would be Yami’s choice.

It would be Yami’s choice to doom or save the mortal.

A claw tore into soft, willing flesh.

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When you are about to die, they say that your life flashes before your eyes.

Yugi thought that was a load of bullshit, because when that hand had been about to plunge inside his body- all he’d thought about was Yami. How he was pissed that he hadn’t listened to Yami. How wonderful the vampire was. How awful he’d been to him. And how doomed their relationship was.

All he’d thought about was apologizing before he died and how now he’d never get the chance.

All that he had been through. All that had happened.

It was kind of stupid really because none of it really mattered in the afterlife.

“Dead? So soon?” The demon’s voice asked.

“Yeah.”

“But you’ve still got a few minutes.” It insisted.

“I know, but I’m not even awake to enjoy them.” He sighed.

“I could make a deal…”

“Could I trade a deal?” Yugi interrupted.

“What for?”

“I’ll give you my powers for my soul.” He offered.

“Whatever for?”

“So I can say goodbye to Yami with feeling.”

The demon laughed. “You’re very amusing, Mr. Motouh.”

“Well, deal or no deal?”

“Alright, deal. But I don’t know if you’ll want it back. Your soul is a bit battered.”

Yugi already knew that. “Oh well.”

“Sign here, then.” Yugi gave the piece of paper a good read before nodding in approval.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Motouh.”

Yugi nodded.

He opened his eyes to incredible pain. Someone was moving him, holding him in their lap. Tears splashed his face.

There was a short, painful conversation as Yami begged Yugi not to die.

Funny. The vampire begged the human not to die.

He managed to tell Yami, those three vital words before the gray spots ate the last of his vision and he waited for the end, enjoying the gentle splash of liquid down the back of his throat.

Blackness swallowed his mind. It was that warm, comforting blackness that unconsciousness supplied sometimes instead of that blinding white noise it liked so much.

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He woke in a soft, familiar bed. The sheets were silk and he had an uncontrollable urge to roll around like a cat across the surface. His body felt a little stiff in places and he was dying of thirst. Something red. Tomato juice… raw steak… wine! Anything, as long as it stopped the burning in his veins. The room pleased his senses more than he ever remembered it doing. The light was soft, which was good because his eyes hurt a little.

Yugi sat up, wondering why Heaven was Yami’s bedroom. Not that he was complaining, but it was a little weird. He was wearing a pair of white pants and no shirt. Obviously not his own dressing. There was a massive scar across his stomach that made him wince.

Yugi padded around the room looking for someone, anyone. The bathroom was empty.

He opened the door to the hallway a little apprehensively. Half expecting to find just this endless white light outside. But no, there was the hallway.

He walked down the hallway quietly, listening for anything. There was the creak of the building because it was still settling. The scurrying of mice in the wall, and the buzz of the fly three corridors down, and there, toward the edges of his hearing range, was the sound of voices.

Yugi passed a mirror and had taken a few steps onward before he stopped and walked back to the mirror.

His skin was white as a sheet and his mouth was half open. Peeking out of his lips were a dainty pair of fangs.

Yugi reached up dumbly to touch one of the fangs, finding that it wasn’t some kind of prank… he had fangs…

“I’ve died and gone to heaven as a vampire?” Why didn’t that make any goddamn sense?

He shook his head and walked on, toward the voices.

The hallway he followed lead to Yami’s office and Yugi found he could hear what was being said well before he reached the door.

“The parliament wants to put the mandate on speeding as an active vote, but we’ve suggested taking a stronger position and just enforcing it-”

The voice that was talking stopped and Yugi saw the door open as he slowly approached.

“Yugi…” Yami’s voice spoke from inside.

The small teacher padded into the room, noting how much dustier it looked to him now. It was like nothing had changed… but everything was different. “Yami… did you die too? Why is your house in Heaven?”

Yami was sitting at his desk, wearing a business suit. “You’re not dead Yugi. And this isn’t Heaven. I’m glad you’re finally awake, you’ve been unconscious for three nights.”

Yugi looked down at himself. “But I was dying… there was no way…” he stopped, hands flying to touch his fangs again. “There was no way…”

“Please don’t be angry Yugi. I couldn’t bare the thought of losing you. Not like that. You were unconscious. I couldn’t have asked you even if I had of wanted to.”

Yugi frowned; he opened his mouth to say something and then closed it.

He was alive. He was safe. So he was undead now… and… it was eerily quiet in Yami’s mansion. Yugi had never thought it was this quiet, even with all the rodents and bugs.

He frowned deeper and turned, walking away from the room.

He needed to think.

He needed to get a nice, hot glass of tomato juice and… Yugi hated tomatoes.

The baby vampire wandered outside, ignoring Yami’s voice calling him back. He sat down on one of the benches outside, looking around.

The world had never been so full of activity or life. He’d never noticed how easy it was to see at night, or how bright the stars were.

But it was still too quiet.

“What’s missing?” He wondered aloud.

There was no reply.

Even though Yugi was still a little hollow inside, still a little too shocked to be thinking in a straight line, he was missing something.

There was no reply. But there should have been.

Yugi couldn’t hear the little voice. Its mouth was eternally closed.

He felt strangely remorseful about that. He’d hated the voice, and it had been nothing but a pain in the ass… but… it was /his/ little voice.

“Yugi… look. I know all this must be overwhelming. And I can understand if you hate me right now… but please… please realize it was for your sake. I would never have done this lightly.” Yami whispered.

Yugi sighed, gazing up at the sky in silent contemplation.

Finally, he spoke. “I want a glass of tomato juice. Hot…”

Yami didn’t move or say anything.

Yugi turned to face the other vampire. “But I don’t eat tomatoes.”

The older vampire walked over to him and held out a wrist. “This is what you want.”

Yugi stared at the vein in Yami’s wrist. He could see it throbbing, enchantingly, begging him to touch it. To lick it. To sink his teeth into through the soft skin and taste the liquid that would bob to the surface like a lolly. Yugi gently took the wrist. He tore his eyes away from the limb to look up at Yami’s face.

“I…”

“Shh. Just drink.”

Yugi pressed his aching mouth to Yami’s skin and sank his teeth in. he was a little rough because he’d never had a pair of fangs that could cut through skin before. Blood welled up into his mouth, tasting like nothing blood was supposed to taste like. It should have been coppery and sickening. But it was sweet and thick, like cream. Yugi lapped up a few mouthfuls until the burning desire for the red drink vanished. He pulled back awkwardly, spilling blood down the side of his mouth and Yami’s wrist.

The elder vampire chuckled.

“Lick the wound to close it.” He instructed.

Yugi did so, gently. He’d really made a mess of the artery.

Yami chuckled once Yugi was done, marveling that the skin had closed over. The Egyptian sat down on the bench and pulled Yugi to his body, kissing his lover gently.

~The End.

Sweet notes: awww. Owari. *sheds a tear* all fixed. All over… and… *sobs* I’m so sorry to finally say goodbye to this story! I really enjoyed writing it, and I’m very glad so many people enjoyed reading it! It was a fun trip, and I apologize for all those baited months of waiting while I sat on my lazy ass, not finishing it. I hope you all had as much fun as me. This chapter was fun to write, because I knew it was the last one, and I knew that Yami was gonna do it to Yugi eventually, ever since they first met *fangirl smile*. So romantic. I tried to end the story on ‘I hate tomatoes’ or ‘shh, just drink.’ But… no… I couldn’t leave the possibility that Yugi would be a whiny Toreador kind of Anne Rice vampire, so I was forced into giving it a happier, fluffy ending.

Wow, we’ve come such a long way. it feels like this story has gone on forever. That’s just cause it’s bloody long. Every time it should have stopped, it kept going. But now I have no more plot-bunnies. And an ending I am happy with. Damn straight, now review!!! ^.^

Jou: Did you notice just how much she’s tortured me this entire story? I’ve had my limbs broken, been thrown in jail, sexually assaulted by a vampire, I’ve had a limb torn off, been insulted at every turn, and almost bled to death. Why doesn’t she like me *cries in Kaiba’s arms*

Kaiba: awww, there, there. I’ll make everything better. *kills Sweets* See? No more mean authoress.

Jou: Yay!

Yugi: So… I’m undead…

Yami: Yeah… cool, isn’t it?

Yugi: Yeah… damn cool.

Bakura: *whining* well, now she’s FINALLY finished this one… there’s this story she can write… with incubi and my lil’ hikari and… SEX.

Ryou: Not if she’s dead…

Malik: Heh. Yeah. Well… someone will probably bring her back to life. I’m –so- glad that story is over!

Yugi: Speak for yourself… I wanted some vampire-smex.

Yami: Vampire-smex?

Yugi: Damn straight. The kinkiest smex you can have without actually having toys.

Yami: Really?

Yugi: Yeah. I read it somewhere once…

Sweets: *rises from the dead* most vampire sex is clichéd. Anne Rice ruined it for me. *sigh*

Yami: I can see that, actually. Because there’s nothing more I like than to have my imagination described to me.

Yugi: Shut up, I like those novels. They’re romantic.

Sweets: Oh be quiet. Both of you are just anime characters controlling my brain with your ebil mind-powers.

Marik: Actually that would be m-

Malik: Shut up idiot!


Ja matta minna! See you around. Or not, since this is one of the last kiddy-anime fanfictions I’m doing… ^_^;