Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Transexual Transylvania ❯ Being On The Way ( Chapter 2 )

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2: Being On The Way (Some people just can't help it...)

"Ryou..."

"Ryou."

"-RYOU!!!"

The pale figure shot up from it's bed with a sudden yelp, just to tangle itself in it's white linen sheets almost instantly. For a second it managed to keep it's balance nonetheless, but then Ryou made the stupid decision to try and untangle himself.

A bad idea.

The result was another, louder yelp, a helpless flurr of rotating limbs and a very loud thud as the unlucky boy hit the hard wooden floor face first.

"Ow" A voice next to him snickered. "That looked like it hurt."

An answering groan came from where Ryou's form was buried under the sheets. "What?" The light-haired demon blinked, watching his friend fighting to untangle himself from his sheets. Watching him struggle for a while, the demon took finally pity on the banshee and helped him.

Being finally able to move again, Ryou quickly picked himself up from the floor. Feeling his friend's amused stare boring into his back, the snow-haired banshee heaved a sigh. He turned around, shooting his friend an exhausted glare.

"I said: With a friend like you, one doesn't need any enemies, Malik."

Malik just grinned and shrugged his shoulders, causing the miniature bat-wings that sprouted from his back to imitate the motion. Ryou watched it with mild interest. Even though he was by now long used to the cheeky Succubus, he still managed to irritate him a lot every once in a while.

Sighing, Ryou cast Malik a last look before carelessly snatching some clean clothes. Heading for the adjoining bathroom, Ryou locked the door behind him, just in case. Knowing Malik, he fully well trusted the Succubus to follow him in otherwise. If only to make fun of the petite death-fairy.

When he returned, Malik was still in his room. The ashen-blonde was leaning casually against the desk (the guest room's only one) and was polishing his nails with what looked like a vicious torture-instrument into a semi claw-like form. Hearing the other body enter, he rose his head. Seeing Ryou, his violet eyes narrowed instantly, a frown forming on his face.

Regarding him with a disdainful look, he asked. "You're not really planning on spending the whole day like that, do you?" Ryou gave him a surprised look. Trailing his eyes over his clothes, he couldn't see any reason for the other demon to react the way he did. He blinked dumbly. "Why not?"

Malik all but rolled his eyes at him.

"Why not, I wonder....Lets see-"He put a freshly manicured finger-claw against his lips, pretending to be thinking. "Maybe because the freaking most important event in this century is taking place tonight?!"

Ryou winced at his friends outburst. Malik made the reputation of the Succubi being an extraordinary loud and...´vocal´ race all the honours. "Ano. Malik..." Ryou cast his blond friend an excusing look. "I wasn't planning on attending to it." The succubus ´hmph´-ed, putting his hands against his hips in an gesture that was so feminine that it was almost ridiculous. According to his shift in temper his miniature bat-wings had fanned themselves out to their full span (about the length of one of Ryou's arms - Succubus wings weren't exactly meant to be impressive) and his whip-like, pointed devil-tail was lashing around furiously. Ryou gulped. He'd known his friend would react like this.

Which was only one more of the reasons the young banshee dreaded the day like none other before.

Before Malik got a proper chance to voice his feelings towards Ryou's not-going, they were interrupted by a small noise. Both turned their attention to Ryou's door, from which it apparently seemed to be coming from. A small heap of sand was building in front of Ryou's closed door and a constant trickle was keeping it growing. Watching it drizzle in from between the minimal gap between door frame and the lower edge of the wooden door, Ryou couldn't help but rise an amused eyebrow.

Next to him, Malik snorted. The succubus pursed his lips. "You know, you also could just put your ears against the door if you want to listen, Rishid." He said pointedly. "Or even more simple: Just open the door and come in." Ryou grinned lightly. "Just come in, Rishid."

At those words, movements came into the sand. The pile quickly rose into a huge leap that swiftly formed into the outlines of a human. Soon after the sand had vanished and a dark-skinned man had taken it's place. The man was tall. Taller than even most tall people Ryou had ever met, a giant within it's own.

With his good seven feet of high Rishid easily towered above everybody else they had ever met, either. Adding to that the fact that he- like his both half-siblings- possessed a dark, sun-tanned skin tone, wore his head shaved bald with the exception of a long, raven-black braid that cascaded down his back and not to forget had very obviously no-ounce-of-fat on his muscle-packed body was more than enough to impress about just anybody the gigantic sand-spirit met. And if that wasn't enough; the vicious looking self-caused symbols that were scared into the left half of his stern face and the neither all too friendly, nor really threatening expression of his yellow-green eyes were.

Along with his ever-present black, hooded cloak that made him look like a messenger of death.

Having appeared completely, Rishid nodded at them in greeting. "Ryou. Brother" Ryou smiled, returning the gesture courtly. Malik only scowled at his half-brother. "What do you want?"

Rishid gave him a mild look. Not for the first time Ryou found himself surprised with how gentle the menacing looking giant could be. It didn't help to better Malik's mood, though. "Well?" His bracelet adorned arms crossed in front of his chest, the male succubus made a step forward. "Did my sister send you to make sure I didn't decide to spend the rest of the day in bed with Ryou?"

Rishid just moved his lips into a faint version of a smile while Ryou flinched visibly at the idea. He liked Malik as a friend and also admitted that he thought the desert-born Succubus to be handsome (like all of his race!!), but that covered it already.

Seeing Ryou shake, Rishid chuckled lowly. Malik only raised an eyebrow. "Isis was really asking for you two. She wanted to know if the two of you will be attending?" Seeing his brother's still unhappy expression, the tall man added. "Sorry for listening on your door. I know that you don't like being heard out, Malik."

Ryou giggled. "Yeah. Except if it's him himself who's doing the hearing. Then he doesn't feel bothered at all." He snickered.

Malik bristled at them, his wings beating wildly. For a second Ryou already thought the blonde would let them know loudly what he thought of their little teasings (and like said, Succubi were in-famous for their vocalness; - and their volume at it), but then he relaxed, letting all the stashed up air vanquish with a loud huff. Ryou relaxed inside. He knew that his friend usually didn't have any inhibitions of voicing his opinion, but Malik also wouldn't risk making a bad impression on the Count and thus risk being thrown out just before the main event started.

"Tell Isis that we're both going to come." His sweet expression was ruined by the exited way his devil tail was whipping around. "Before you say something, Ryou, think about it. Either you go or I'll be spending the whole night with you in your chamber. Alone."

Ryou eeped at Malik´s words. "I'm going!"

By all his likening of the other, Ryou didn't have any intentions of becoming part of Malik's nightly escapades. Not now, tomorrow or ever.

"Okay."

Rishid inclined his head slowly, before leaving the room the same way he'd entered it. Behind him Malik huffed silently, crossing his hands in front of his chest.

"I wish just once he'd use the doors! What else do we have them for?!"

~ o ~

"Are we soon there?"

"No"

"Are we soon there?"

"No."

"Are we soon there?"

"No."

"Are we soon-"

Seto whirled around and grabbed Bakura by his collar before the white-haired exorcist had even a chance to finish his drawled question for about the hundredth time. Drawing him closer (and thus almost from the horse he was riding), Seto's ice-blue eyes narrowed dangerously. He hissed "Can you see that big castle over there?"

Feigning a nervous expression, Bakura blinked sheepishly. "Uh-Yes?" Seto snarled slightly. "When we're in front of it's gates you'll know that we are there. And don't dare asking me that idiotic question again!" With that he let go of Bakura´s shirt's sleeve, pushing him roughly away.

Watching him kick his horse lightly into it's sides to make it pick up speed and get so some distance between the two of them, Bakura couldn't help but chuckle sadistically. Annoying the overly-controlled brunette was a truly fun thing to do, as long as one knew where to stop in time. Feeling halfway tempted to ask the hated question another time just to see the brunette jump, he decided against it. Too much fun could be unhealthy all at once, especially when it was at Seto's costs.

Signalising his own horse to catch up with Seto's, he gave him a half-heartedly apologetic look. Tugging on the already stressed shirt-collar, he said. "Seto..." The addressed man shrugged his shoulders coldly, before shooting the former thief and now exorcist an annoyed stare. "Cut it. I know you by now long enough to know when you're serious and when not."

His voice was icy at those words. Bakura watched as a nerve close to the right corner of his mouth twitched. In disdain, probably. Turning his attention back to the road in front of them, Seto continued. "I'm bored too. That's still no reason to take it out on me." He made a short pause. "Or else it might happen that there's nobody left to keep your back clear, the next time you need it."

Shooting Bakura a side-way glance from the corner of his eye, Seto steered his horse in front, further concentrating on finding them the safest way. Which was wasted effort since the road leading to the castle was in quite fine condition. Bakura scowled at the threat, but didn't really dare telling the brunette off, lest Seto would make his words come true. And sadly, Bakura plain and simply couldn't afford that. Within the whole St. Rosenkruz order the blue-eyed brunette was the only left who was still willing to work together with him.

The almost-albino frowned at the thought. So he was an ex-thief that had converted to working as an exorcist. So what? Did they expect him to rob all the rich houses they exorcised? If that thought would have been voiced loud, his partner would probably have commented on the many suddenly vanished valuables and the many suspicious bags Bakura usually tended to drag from their working places. However, he didn't voice them, so it really didn't count.

It was part of an unspoken pact between them.

Seto wouldn't comment on any of the ex-thief's antics concerning the fulfilling of their missions and in exchange Bakura would always willingly play guinea pig for the brunettes newest inventions.

Like the white-haired ex-thief, Seto, too, had his own hobbyhorses. Where Bakura had taken it upon himself to keep valuable stuff from the danger of ´turning into rusty dust-catchers´ Seto indulged himself with the inventing of always new devices that were supposed to help them in their fight against monsters.

Fortunately Seto knew enough of his handiwork so that they always worked. - Unfortunately they did it sometimes too good.

Remembering his encounter with Seto's ´Spider-Edge´, the red-eyed exorcist traced the vertical line that ran over his right cheek, one out of three scars that were marring it. The other two were two horizontal, shorter twin lines that were partially crossing the first one. A souvenir of the Fomorigan that the Spider-Edge had been supposed to decapitate. Back then Bakura hadn't been to sure what had hurt more. The three, deep bloody gashes on his face or the fact that after that Seto had made short work with the monster. Killing it quickly with his own Spider-Edge and not even breaking a sweat. In an afterthought, Bakura assumed that it was his pride that had hurt more.

Pulling another time on his make-ship costume, Bakura kicked his sorrel lightly, trusting on it's natural senses to follow after Seto's black stallion.

For a while it worked fine. They had come closer to the great castle quite a lot while they were riding in silence, yet there was still a good piece of the way left to go. Bakura almost said something about it and the fact that the count didn't seem to make it easy for his guests to arrive, when Seto suddenly stiffened. With a jerk of it's reins he let the horse stop. Bakura did the same.

Watching the brunette's dark look, Bakura let his eyes follow his stare. First he saw nothing. Then - Something moved were seconds before nothing had been and Bakura barely kept himself from cursing.

It was... an Eye?!

An Golden Eyeball was floating right in middle of the air, not four horse lengths away from them. I was a good deal up in the air, about the high a normal-grown man's face had to be in. It didn't float right in the middle of the way, like they had first assumed, but a bit afar to the side, where one would be going, if you'd have the choice and also knew that it was a much-used route. If it weren't for the occasional stray rays of the late afternoon's sun that were occasionally reflecting on it, the two exorcists would probably not have noticed it until it was too late.

Seto pursed his lips. Bakura gave him a look, but decided to leave it with it. "Invisible?"

"Invisible." The disdain in Seto's voice was clear and cutting. Bakura narrowed his blood red-brown eyes slightly, but decided to keep silent again. Seto's hunter instincts had kicked in. It was obvious. The way the brunette kept searching their surrounds to make sure there were no other unknown attackers and the certain amount of tightness he'd kept his body in (instead of relaxing again like Bakura) were tell-tale signs.

Obviously Seto expected them to be attacked.

"What now?" The question was low and hissed, as if to make sure that nobody but them could hear it. Bakura thought he was overreacting. And he told him exactly that. Seto only gave him an angered glare. Bakura shrugged his shoulders, trying to be intentionally at easy. If the strange whatever-it-was invisible thing had an eye, chances were good that it had also noticed them. And was reading their body languages.

Which it obviously had.

Forcing themselves to remain calm, the two disguised exorcists watched as the golden object came closer to them with an almost bobbing flounce. Six feet in front of them, it stopped. Just as Bakura wanted to make an comment about the strange floating ball in the air, a voice spoke.

"Excuse me, my gentlemen" Next to him, Bakura could see Seto raising an eyebrow. The voice that had spoken was male; slightly accented and sounded all too amused with itself.

Short, it sounded tipsy.

Bakura narrowed his eyes lightly.

"Yes?"

He concentrated his look at the single floating orb in front of them. According to the sound of it, whoever possessed the voice was grinning.

"Looking at you I would say you are two of the count's guests."

Seto cut him off with a disgruntled gesture. Obviously Bakura's fellow hunter was still upset about their coming to the party.

"If you mean if we're on the way to the party at the castle, then yes, we are." He glared menacingly at the eye. "What do you want?"

The golden object made a little dance in the air, as if whoever owned it was nodding (or shaking?) his head.

"You're for the first time here, no?"

Just silence answered his question. By now Bakura could guess where their little talk was aiming to. According to the dark expression on Seto's face, the brunette had too.

"I could lead you right to the best part of it at the shortest route."

Bakura mentally rolled his eyes. What a bloke! Externally, though, he didn't let his thoughts faze his calm mask.

"For a favour in return, I assume."

The eye bobbed up and down. "Of course." Bakura sighed. Next to him Seto's sapphire glare only won in vigour.

"You want us to give you a lift."

Whoever owned the eye, he must have beamed.

"Exactly!!"

Before even just waiting for a word of agreement on their part, he moved closer before stopping right beside to Seto's horse. The next moment the brunette stiffened and his horse started to prance nervously, indicating that their unasked for guest had situated himself behind the exorcist on the horse.

Noting the amused glint in Bakura's eyes, Seto growled angrily under his breath. With a blunt jerk of his reins Seto got his shying horse along with his own emotions under control again. Leading it into a light trot, he shot his white-haired companion a fierce glare. Obviously Seto wasn't finding this occurrence amusing at all.

"So then... Lead the way, -?"

A chuckle was heard from behind Seto.

"Pegasus. Just call me Pegasus."

The blue-eyed exorcist snorted, but kept his comment to himself. Giving the strange-looking riders (it looked as if the brunette was riding with a constant wind against his back) a last amused look, Bakura quickly got in pace with them. Inwardly he couldn't help a snicker at his poor fortuned team-mate. He was glad that the invisible one decided to ride with Seto.

After three minutes, the brunette growled under his breath.

"Pegasus, if you don't stop groping me this instant and finally start leading us the way you can go the whole way yourself!"

This time Bakura did snicker out loud.

- - -Chapter 2 End- - -

©by Picaro

LITTLE MONSTER LEXICON:

Succubi: Male or female temptation demons. The male are usually called Incubus while the female ones are Succubus. They are said to be tempting humans to have sexual intercourse with them. (Must..watch...rating!) They're not really life-threatening and won't be affected by usual exorcisms. It's said that a human-succubus partnership is much more intense in it's feelings for both partners.

Banshee: Irish fairy of death. Hearing it's songs is a sure sign of upcoming death. Whether it´s now their songs that are deadly or is they only predict what´s already sure to happen is unknown. Usually always females.