Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yugivania3 ❯ Chapter 1

Yugivania 3 By Sakura (L-sama no Miko)   Here’s a little Halloween prezzie for all my lovely readers out there – especially Sherabo for loving this baby so much.   Chapter 1               Ryuuji surveyed the mass of writhing bodies jammed onto the dance floor like so many sardines. Shaking his raven haired head, he smiled as he watched his golden haired fledging enjoying himself as he flirted with several of the dancers. Glancing over to one of the darkened tables nearest to the writhing mass, he smiled when he spotted a familiar head of pale gold. He knew his sire would make sure the gypsy fledgling didn’t get too carried away. After all, Malik was extremely good looking even if his tanned skin had lightened a bit over the centuries and many a kyuuketsuki had tried to steal the golden beauty from him.             The green eyed kyuuketsuki went back to surveying the rest of his club, Eternal Night, sighing at some of the rowdy mortals but didn’t dare tell them to cool it. ‘Let their kyuuketsuki masters discipline them,’ he thought. He knew enough to leave the affairs of others alone. He had been against letting mortals into the kyuuketsuki ridden club, but Malik had insisted saying that it would bring in more money. He hadn’t been able to resist those pale, pleading amethysts for long – he relented but told his Egyptian fledgling that he’d allow mortals in only if they were accompanied by a fellow kyuuketsuki. He didn’t want to run the risk of any of the fanatical kyuuketsuki hunters of finding the place.             He looked over at the sound of laughter and saw a group of kyuuketsuki happily conversing amongst themselves. He smiled as a small white haired kyuuketsuki snuggled up to Malik’s look alike. It had been ten years since the little one had been reunited with the rest of his coven. That was why they were there in the first place, to celebrate the return of their beloved and long lost Yugi.             He sighed, remembering his own, not so happy past.   ************************************************************** *******   ‘I am in hell,’ the raven haired teen moaned quietly. ‘What in God’s name did I do to deserve this?” Not so ago, he’d been living in the lap of luxury with his father. People respected him, then ‘it’ happened – the day that began the end of his life as a noble.   Flashback “Mother!!!” he shouted as the hooded men dragged the dark haired woman forcefully from the manor house. “Let her go you bastards!!!” One of the men glared at him then punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over. “You’d best hold your tongue, boy!” he spat, “Lest ye find yourself burnin’ at the stake with yer witch mother.” “You stupid fools!” the boy bellowed, “She’s no witch!!!” The man who had punched him brought out his shillelagh (pronounced Shi-lay-lee) and began to beat him with it. As his consciousness began to slowly fade, the last thing he saw was his beautiful mother being dragged from their home, a resigned look on her exotic features. “Aishiteru (I love you), Ryuuji,” she said, solemnly, using a language only they could understand, “Atashi no kawairashi sochi (my lovely son).” “Saints preserve us!” cried another man. “She’s tryin’ t’curse us! Gag her quick!!!” One of the men ripped the hem of her gown and stuffed it into her mouth. “That oughta keep the witch from castin’ ‘er spells,” he said as he spat on her then followed his cohorts down to the village.   End Flashback   ******************************************** *   That was two years ago. He’d been sixteen then and had barely begun his swordsmanship training. ‘If only I’d been better with a sword,’ he berated himself. ‘I could have bested those ignorant pricks and saved okasama(mother).’ However, as fate would have it, any attempt he made to save his mother was to no avail. The peasants had kept insisting that she was the cause for the sudden bouts of drought, plague, and famine. Being of a foreign land made her the perfect scapegoat. To them black hair and slanted black eyes was a sure sign that she was either a witch, a devil, or both. What had saved him from burning at the stake with her was the fact that he was his father’s heir and that, though he had black hair and slanted eyes like his mother, they were his father’s green instead of black. Sighing, he remembered how she had told him of how she’d been brought to England by slavers and sold to a brothel. It was his father who found her and brought her to his native Ireland where they fell in love and eventually married – much to the Church’s and his family’s contempt. Marrying foreigners was highly frowned upon. ‘Bet you didn’t expect your son to follow your footsteps ne, okasama?’ he thought bitterly. He cursed his father vehemently for his betrayal. Little had he known that the man would sell his own son to the very brothel he’d bought his wife from a year after her death. ‘Damn that bastard and his damned drinking and gambling debts!’ There was a knock on his prison door. A prison, that is what he called the lavish room he’d been given for none the ‘workers’ were allowed leave their rooms without permission. “Ya got yourself a customer pretty boy,” his boss said, opening the door. Ryuujji glared at the blond American. “’e’s got fight ‘e ‘as,” the ‘customer’ said, leering at the nearly naked boy and licking his lips. ‘I’s like a good fight.” Ryuuji had to hold back the bile threatening to spill from his gut. He could smell the f’er all the way from the hall. He positively reeked of alcohol and sweat and only the Lord knew what else, and was just as ugly as he stank.             “I’m warnin’ ya boy,” his boss said making room for the man, “If he don’t enjoy himself, I’ll tan that hide of yours real good, rich kid or not!” The customer was practically drooling, obviously excited to be shagging one of the upper-class who’d fallen on hard times.             “I wanna hear ye scream fer me laddie,” he said, nearly knocking him out with his foul breath, his grimy, meaty hands pawing every inch of skin they could reach.   ***********************************************   That was the last straw! Ryuuji had had it with Keith sending all of, well most, of London’s scum to him. He frantically grabbed his clothes and a sack from the loose floorboards where he’d hidden them. Stuffing the sack with anything of value, he dressed himself then pulled a long rope made from dirty and bloody sheets from previous ‘jobs’ from the compartment. ‘It’s a good thing I plan ahead,’ he said smirking, replacing the boards and replaced the area rug over them. He then tied one end of the rope to the bedpost closest to the window. Thanking whatever god that was listening that the room was only on the second floor, he threw it out the window and prayed he wouldn’t fall or, worse, get caught as he began his descent to freedom.   *********************************************************** *******   He’d been on the road for weeks now, the money he’d made from selling the stuff he stole from the brothel was almost gone for he was down to his last shilling. ‘I hope I can find some work soon, or I’ll starve to death out here,’ the raven haired teen said, frowning at his stomach’s agreement. He refused to face reality. He had no skills of any sort, being the former son of an Irish duke and no one would hire him let alone take him on as an apprentice since most people could barely afford to feed their own families. That had left him only one option and he simply refused to go back to whoring himself. ‘What’d be the point of my escaping if I start spreading my legs for every Tom, Dick, and Harry that comes along?’ he scolded himself. “I can hardly say I’d blame you, though they are rather nice legs,” a voice from the woods on the side of the woods said, causing the teen to very nearly have a heart attack. He hadn’t realized he’d spoken that out loud. “Dare ka(Who’s there)?” he called, slipping into his mother’s native tongue. A habit he’d picked up from whenever he got scared or nervous. “I-Is someone there?” he called again. Surely he must have dreamt hearing the voice. ‘Yeah, that’s it,’ he thought when there was no reply, ‘I’m delirious with hunger and I’m hearing things.’ “Surely you are not,” spoke the voice again, causing the raven haired boy to nearly die a second time. However, he did not get to ask who it was again, for a pair of overpowering arms wrapped around him from behind, pinning his arms against his sides. A faint gasp left his lips as he felt lips brush lovingly along the pulse line of his neck. “Do you taste as good as you look?” his attacker asked. He heard amused chuckling as he started to struggle, having guessed what his attacker really was – a vampire! The cold skin clutching his arms was an almost dead giveaway. “I’d stop struggling mortal,” the vampire said, as if he were a scolding a child. “It can be much more pleasurable for both of us if you do.” “J-Jigoku iku yo (Go to Hell!)” Ryuuji yelled, refusing to obey the hellish creature. Another chuckle. “So be it,” the vampire said, then quick as lightning spun the boy around, tilting his head slightly to expose the pale throat. Ryuuji stared surprised at the sullen look in the vampire’s midnight blue eyes. “Forgive me, but I too must eat to live,” he said before mesmerizing the teen into a slight trance. The vampire then placed an almost loving kiss on the boy’s throat before sinking his fangs into the soft flesh. The raven haired boy moaned in pleasure as his attacker slowly sucked the life out of him. The vampire hummed, obviously enjoying the exotic flavor of the red liquid. He then paused when his victim slid a hand into his blond hair and pressed his head to the wounds. The vampire gently pushed the boy away. “Are you so eager to die?” he asked, releasing him from the trance. Never in all his years as a blood thirsty demon had anyone so willingly gave themselves to him. Blinking, Ryuuji looked at his attacker, confused as to why he’d stopped. He was equally intrigued that the vampire looked to be only a few years older than him, at least twenty-one or twenty-two. “If you’re going to kill me, then get it over with,” he said to the blond. “No,” the vampire said, “I will not. I will find food elsewhere.” He turned back into the woods. The raven haired teen stood there for all of five seconds before, running after the tall blond. “Then take me with you!” he pleaded. He didn’t know what possessed him to do it, but he latched onto the vampire’s arm. “It’s only a matter of time before I’m dead anyway,” he said bitterly, “I have no money and no skills whatsoever. If you take me with you, I can get back at those who did this to me!” “I will not condemn an innocent to such a hellish existence,” the vampire said, brushing the clinging arm away as if it were a fly. “I’m hardly innocent!” Ryuuji retorted, “My own father sold me to a brothel for God’s sake!” The vampire winced, though not at the mention of the Christian god. He turned to face the boy, a look of pity on his handsome face. “I am truly sorry for your fate,” he said, “I still stand by my decision though.” “O-Onegai (Please)!!! Please I-I beg you!” he begged, “I-I’ll do anything you say!!! I’ll serve you in any way you want! I’ll be your slave!” Midnight blue eyes widened in shock. This mortal was willing to go back into slavery even if it meant he’d be damned for all eternity as he was?! The boy was truly remarkable. “You are determined to follow me into Hell then?” “H-Hai (Yes),” he stammered, his face red from his excitement and pleading. “Yes, I am.” “There will be no turning back,” the vampire said in hopes of making the boy change his mind. “There’s no turning back for me as it is,” Ryuuji said, defiantly. Sighing, the vampire knew the raven haired teen had made up his mind. “Very well then, you shall come with me.” Smiling, Ryuuji went over to the blond and surprised him by kissing him on the lips. “Thank you,” he murmured before slipping his tongue past the soft lips. They kissed for what seemed hours, until the boy was forced to break away for air. The vampire smiled gently caressing his cheek. “You never cease to amaze me, pretty one,” he said, bending his head to Ryuuji’s neck. Blushing at the compliment, the boy titled his head, allowing better access to the bite marks. There was a slight pain then the sweet ecstasy of having his blood sucked out of his oh so willing body. The vampire lay them down on the forest floor so his soon to be fledgling would be more comfortable. Once the boy’s body had been almost completely drained, the blond bit his own wrist and offered the bleeding appendage to him. As if on instinct, Ryuuji grabbed the vampire’s wrist and hungrily sucked at the open wound. A moan came from his new master, but he ignored it, the blood was too delicious to his starved body to pay attention to anything else. Once through feeding, Ryuuji yet again surprised the vampire by beginning to remove their clothes, silently pleading with his sire to feed another hunger. The blond chuckled, but allowed his raven haired fledgling to seduce him, it had been too long since he’d taken anyone to bed.    ****************************************************** &n bsp;             They lay there for a while longer the coolness of the late hour affecting neither of them, content in each other’s arms with Ryuuji’s head on his sire’s chest while the blond played with a lock of his fledgling’s ebony hair. For the first time since his mother’s death, the raven haired vampire felt truly happy.             “What is your name, pretty one?” the blond asked as they dressed,.             ; “Ryuuji,” the raven haired fledgling replied. “Ryuuji, former son of the Duke of Devlin, master.”              “There is no need to call me that, Ryuuji,” his sire said, ruffling the silky ebony hair slightly, “You can call me, Leon.”     ~TBC~   Sakura: Yare, yare. This should be called ‘the fic that won’t die’.   Yami: More like the fic from hell if you ask me.   Bakura: She didn’t baka no pharaoh!! So stop sticking your royal-pain-in-the-ass nose in it!   Yami: Why don’t you make me, thief!   Bakura: Tch! As if I’d waste my time with trash like you.   Yami: WHAT. DID. YOU. JUST. CALL. ME?!!   Sakura: YAMIIIIIIIIIII!!!! SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!   Yami: (falls on face)   Bakura: Thank the gods for Inuyasha.   Inu: What’s THAT supposed to mean?!!!   Sesshy: It means your stupidity is good for something.   Inu: Who the *bleep* asked you?! (draws tetsusaiga)   Sakura & Kagome: Inuyasha SIT! SIT! SIT! SIT!   Inu: Damned… mikos.   Sakura: Well I’ve gotta run and work on chappie two of this sucker. The more reviews I get the faster I’ll get it out, minna. -_^  Jya ne!!!