Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yugivania3 ❯ Chapter 2

Yugivania 3 By Sakura (L-sama no Miko)   Chapter 2               Over the next few months the attraction Ryuuji had felt towards his sire had been steadily growing into something more than just lust for a pretty face. “Leon,” the raven haired vampire murmured quietly drew lazy patterns on his sire’s chest. “Mmm?” came the sleepy reply of his blond sire. “I love you,” he said, blushing.             ; Leon blinked for a few moments to clear the sleepy fog from his mind, then smiled as he processed what the younger vampire had said. “As do I, Ryuuji,” he said before claiming his lips with his own. Sadly, that love wasn’t long for this world.   **********************************************   “ I can’t believe you!” Ryuuji shouted as his sire gathered his weapons. “You’d leave the one who loves you to go chasing after someone you have no way of killing?!” For five short years, Ryuuji had been more than willing to look past Leon’s obsession with a former traitorous friend. However, after the blond vampire had returned one day from confronting said friend gravely wounded, he could remain silent no longer. He loved his sire more than anyone he’d ever had. His now long dead mother was they only other person he could love so much. “You know I must do this, Ryuuji,” he replied heading toward the door of the abandoned hut they’d been staying in. “I made a vow to Sara.” The raven haired vampire growled lowly. He couldn’t help be jealous of the blond’s centuries-dead fiancée. “She’s dead Leon! I’m not!” he shot back.  “It’s because of Mathias I lost her!” his sire retorted. “I swore that none would suffer Sara’s fate and as long as Mathias lives, that vow will never be fulfilled.” “Well you’re doing a rather poor job of keeping it,” Ryuuji spat, “Just look at us! We’re suffering your precious Sara’s fate!” The raven haired vampire suddenly found himself pinned to the wall, a gauntleted hand squeezing his throat and his feet dangling inches from the wood floor. “If I remember correctly, it was you who begged me to turn you,” Leon said, baring his fangs and barely holding back from killing his fledgling for his insolence. He then released the smaller vampire and walked away. “You know nothing.” “You may be right,” Ryuuji said between gasps, rubbing his reddened throat, “I thought I loved you, but it’s possible I was wrong.” The blond vampire’s shoulders stiffened at his lover’s hate-filled words. Neither spoke as he strode out of the door and into the night. “Damn you Leon!!!” he cried, blood red tears flowing freely down his pale skin. Letting out an anguished howl, he started destroying everything and anything he could get his hands on.   **********************************************************   ; Leon frowned at the trashed and now empty hut. He’d returned a week later after learning of Mathias’ demise at the hands of his latest descendant to find that his fledgling and lover had left him – for good it seemed. He wiped furiously at the ruby tears forming at the corners of his midnight blue eyes. He refused to cry. It was his fault for being so stubborn, so obsessed. He was to blame for the raven haired beauty leaving him, he and he alone had forced the boy away. “Leon, you’re the biggest fool in creation since Adam!” he berated himself. Sighing, he gathered what of his things he could salvage and walked away from the hut. “Ryuuji, as Sara as my witness, I will find you, even if it takes a thousand years,” he vowed, bloody tears flowing unbidden from his eyes. “I will find you and beg you for forgiveness, my lovely one. It was you who is in the right. Mathias is not mine to destroy, I realize that now.”   ******************************************************** *********   The past hundred years had been hard on the young vampire. Between increasing hunts for creatures of the night and him lacking any vocational skills, Ryuuji was forced to live like a nomad, never staying in one place too long and surviving on whatever he could be it animal, human, or demon. Not a life any being should be living. The loneliness alone would drive most mad after the first few years. There was one advantage to being a drifter though, he did get to see places he’d only seen or heard of in his father’s few books. Each new land, city or ancient ruin was a wonder to him. But the thing that amazed him most was his mother’s homeland. He marveled at the huge torii(shrine gates), stood in awe as he gazed upon many large statues of the Buddha, was bowled over by the sheer beauty of Fujji-yama as the ancient volcano slept on. But there was a sadness laced behind all his wonderment for his beloved okaa-sama(mother) wasn’t there to behold these things with him. He also felt sad as he witnessed the slow decline of the once noble samurai he’d so wished to be like upon hearing tales of Nihon’s proud and honorable warriors from his mother. His mother’s homeland was changing into one she’d never be able recognize. He felt a tiny bit glad that she would no longer be there to see her beloved Nihon disappear forever. He was now in the former capital of Kyoto, acting very much like a gaijin(foreigner) tourist, which he was in spite of him being half Nihongo(Japanese) himself. He was skulking about the still guarded imperial gardens enjoying the beauty of the simple, yet complex designs when his enhanced hearing picked up a faint cough. Searching for the source of the sound, he was surprised to find a boy only a few years younger than what he’d been before becoming a vampire lying on the ground. It was a gaijin, the dark tanned skin being identifying him as one of the Vistani, a race of gypsies he’d happened to run afoul of a few times during his travels. He was about to walk away and leave the boy to die – he knew one such as him would rather die before receiving help from one of the undead – when the boy coughed again, his emaciated body shaking violently from the harsh coughs. Upon closer inspection, Ryuuji could see that the boy was on the verge of death, he positively reeked of the stench of death and disease. He felt a pang of pity for the young Vistana. ‘I’d probably would’ve wound up like this, if Leon hadn’t found me,’ he thought as he pondered what to do next. ‘I know he’d as soon as kill me, but I just can’t leave him here to die alone.’ Bending down, he placed a hand on the boy’s neck, checking the pulse. He gasped at the burning heat of fever against his icy cold skin. “P-Please, gorgio,” the boy croaked, lavender eyes barely realizing who or what was sitting next to him. “I-I need water.” Ryuuji felt his long frozen heart melt slightly at the boy’s pleading eyes. ‘Could I do this?’ he asked himself, ‘Should I?’ Another bout of coughing from the boy, this one the worse yet, made his decision for him. “Vistana,” he said to the boy, “I can save you, but you’d be what your people fear and hate, one of the damned.” The boy was living his last moments, he could tell. Lavender pupils became clear as death slowly drew him into his cold and eternal embrace. “Y-You… are… stri…goi… mo…” he said, struggling to get the words out. Ryuuji nodded, knowing what the boy was trying to say. “P-Please… s-a… ve…” The raven haired vampire stared at the rapidly dying boy, shocked that one of the most superstitious races would beg a vampire for help. However, he was still a kind person at heart and felt a type of kinship with the gypsy boy. He also had to admit, he was a tiny bit attracted by the beauty of the boy hidden by the disease. Were he healthier, he’d probably sought after by many of both sexes due to his darkly handsome tan skin, corn silk hair and arresting lavender eyes. Ryuuji, needing no more motivation, gently helped the boy to lean against one of the gardens’ many Sakura trees and carefully sank his teeth into the rapidly cooling skin. He gagged at the unpleasant tasting liquid, but forced himself to drink each and every drop. A moan beneath him filled him with pride, knowing it was him who had brought pleasure to the Vistani boy. “M-Mulţumesc(Thank you)… stri…” the boy whispered. “Shh… little one,” the vampire said dragging one sharp nail across his own throat. “Don’t try to speak. Just drink.” He gently bent the boy’s head against his neck, making sure his mouth was in easy reach of the gaping gash. Within moments, the golden Vistani boy was greedily suckling on his now sire’s throat. “How I’ve missed this,” Ryuuji moaned, remembering many a pleasure filled night with his sire, both feeding from each other before and sometimes after love making. “More,” the boy demanded when his sire firmly pushed him back against the tree. Chuckling, Ryuuji picked up his fledgling bridal style. “Soon, my golden treasure,” he said nuzzling the now thick and lustrous blond hair. “But we must get you out of those disease ridden rags.” He frowned at the dirty, bloody, and vomit covered strips of cloth the boy was wearing. “No fledgling of mine is going to run around looking like a ghoul.” The blond blushed, but couldn’t help be proud of himself. He was aware of how others looked at him, in spite of him being of one of the most despised races on the planet. “Mulţumesc, master,” he said laying his head against the other vampire’s chest. Ryuuji smiled, pleasantly surprised at the growing love in the pale violet orbs. “My name is Ryuuji, little Vistana. Call me that and I’ll call you by your name. We are equals now.” “If that is what you wish, master Ryuuji,” he said, enjoying the slight warmth of the elder’s fine velvet clothing. “I am Malik of the Ishtar tribe.”   ****************************************************** *****             &n bsp; The next day was spent searching for a merchant who was willing to sell them clothes, which wasn’t easy due to the fact that 1) Both vampires were gaijin and 2) Malik’s clothes caused many to turn them away – dirty, filthy clothes meant no money. However, they finally succeeded when they found a Portuguese tailor who was all too eager to provide them with his wares since most of the natives still preferred their own traditional style of clothing.             ; Malik didn’t bat an eye when his sire then proceeded to drink the man’s blood. “He was a cheat and a thief,” he explained as he offered what was left of him to his fledgling. “We’re doing the people here a favor.” The blond vampire only nodded, more interested in his meal. “Remember, Malik only feed from those who act outside the law. I don’t like innocents being hurt.”           &n bsp; “It was innocents that left me to die,” Malik said, venomously as he tore the head off the corpse, “why should I spare anyone!”              “Not everyone is cruel, Malik.”           & nbsp; “Oh yeah, name one,” the blond said defiantly.           &nbs p; “My father was a kind man before my mother died,” Ryuuji replied sullenly, “He rescued her from a brothel a bunch of slavers sold her to.”           &nbs p; “You said was, master that means he’s not so kind anymore.” It was more of a statement than a question.             ; “I won’t lie to you, Malik. My father turned into a drunk, gambling fool, but he’s was still my family. Surely you don’t hate your own family?”              “And what if I do?” the blond spat. “They murdered my parents! Their own kin!”           &nb sp; Ryuuji’s eyes went wide he had no idea that it was the boy’s own family that had left him to die. “I… I am sorry.”           & nbsp; “Tch! Don’t be. It was my mother’s fault anyway. She was a fool for marrying my father.”              “Why?” the raven haired vampire asked, wondering why anyone would hate their parents with such conviction. “Please, Malik, don’t shut me out. Tell me.”           &nbs p; Sighing, Malik wrapped his arms around the taller vampire, leaning his head against his shoulder. “My father was a Dukkar, a male seer,” he explained, noticing his sire’s confusion. “Such a thing is an extremely bad omen. Our people have a prophecy that if a Dukkar is allowed to live, he would ultimately destroy the entire Vistani race.” Ryuuji gasped, feeling more and more sorry for his little fledgling.           &nbs p; “My parents were married against our tribe’s wishes and lived on the run from them for ten years until the rest of the tribe caught up to them. I only managed to escape by hiding – they would have killed me too if they knew if they had any kids. I’ve been on my own since.”           & nbsp; “Merciful heaven, Malik!” Ryuuji cried, hugging the poor vampire tightly. “No wonder you’re so miserable. What your tribe did is unforgivable!!! You’ve suffered just as I have!”           &n bsp; “You, master Ryuuji?” the blond fledgling asked in surprise, he certainly wasn’t expecting to hear that from him. With his finery, Malik had thought he was some spoiled rich brat.             “The peasants of my father’s village murdered my mother,” his sire replied solemnly. “She was from where we are now and therefore foreign to them. They had insisted she was a witch and was responsible for the problems that plagued their farms and health. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to her. That bastardof a father of mine sold me to the very same brothel she came from a year later.”           & nbsp; Malik stared as twin streams of blood red tears flowed from the raven haired vampire’s eyes. “We are alike then. We are both unwanted.”          &nbs p;  “You’re not unwanted Malik,” Ryuuji said, titling the blond’s chin so they were eye-to-eye. “Don’t ever think that for a second! I want you, my golden one, if you’ll have me.”           &nbs p; Malik was taken aback by the amount of deep longing, loneliness, kinship, and most surprisingly love within the emerald depths of his sire’s eyes. “D-Da, master!” he cried, returning the hug with equal force. “I don’t want to be alone anymore!”            ;  Ryuuji beamed at the smaller fledgling. “You won’t be, neither of us will. Not now, not EVER!” He then pressed his lips against the blond’s, who returned the kiss with equal passion.     **************************************************** ***        The two vampires would have been content to spend the next few hundred years or so in Nihon, running their small dinner theater – Malik’s idea since he had been taught how perform by his parents, but when news of yet another world wide war finally approached them, Ryuuji decided it best they left his mother’s homeland in case the overly zealous nationalists forced him into their recently formed army. Or worse, try anything with his blond fledgling. Malik unfortunately had learned the hard way, that most of the Nihonjin(Japanese people) didn’t take well to gaijin(foreigners).          & nbsp;  They once again traveled around the world; living like the Vistana Malik once had been, never staying long in anyplace. The raven haired vampire had been greatly grieved when he heard of the devastation left by bombs dropped on the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki he had been in both cities and thought them beautiful. Malik however, just shrugged his shoulders saying that they got what they deserved for attacking American sailors while they slept, an cowardly act he thought.             That had been the cause of many an argument, but neither vampire got angry enough to up and leave the other. They felt they would never find another who understood what they had gone through as mortals and besides, they loved each other too much to abandon them. It would take them another fifty or sixty years before they returned to Nihon. And when they did, they were surprised to run into a couple of vampires living on the edge of the city they had decided to move into. Neither was surprised by this, for they had encountered others while traveling. They had started up a conversation with a white haired one and soon became friends. Their older friend had insisted they move in with his sire, but Ryuuji wouldn’t have it. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, the raven haired vampire just for once wanted to be able to say he owned his own place, gotten with his own money, which he did from the money they had earned from Malik’s performing during their travels. Not only was he able to purchase a small apartment in the better section of Domino, but they had enough left over to start a small nightclub geared for those of a more nocturnal persuasion. They are still there, and Ryuuji’s club ‘Eternal Night’ has now become one of the hottest places to go with the Gosi Loli or Gothic Lolita crowd as well as other creatures of the night.   ************************************************************* ************   “Oi! Dice boy!” came a gruff voice, snapping out of his trip down memory lane. “You gonna join us or what?” the taller of the white haired kyuuketsuki asked from the table he’d glanced at not so long ago. Chuckling to himself, Ryuuji sat himself at the last empty seat. “Some crowd ne?” asked a kyuuketsuki with red, black and gold hair as he rose to join the throng on the dancefloor. “Just remember who you belong to,” his chestnut haired sire warned icily. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever Seto.” Ryuuji laughed, then glanced over at the rather quiet fledgling next to Malik’s look alike. “What’s wrong, Ry? Not having fun?” “Um…” the white haired kyuuketsuki said softly, “I’m sorry. It’s just parties remind me of something that happened a long time ago.” “Oh what?” the raven haired one asked curiously. “We had found Yugi only to lose him again,” replied the eldest of the group. “Oh,” Ryuuji said sympathetically, remembering how he’d lost track of his own sire for a few centuries. “Sorry for making you come Ry.” “It’s okay,” Ryou said smiling now. “We’re all together again now, that’s all that matters.” “Can’t blame ya there,” his taller look alike piped up. Ryou leaned against his lover content to just be near the handsome blond. He thanked every kami he could think of as he began his own journey down memory lane.   ~TBC~   Sakura: Yatto!!!! Half way done!!! I’d thought the boss’d never stop sending me ideas for this one! She just wouldn’t leave me alone!   L-sama: Did we say something, little miko mine? Not complaining are we?   Sakura: Eep!! U-Uh… ano… um… no L-sama?   L-sama: Didn’t think so. Good work BTW.   Sakura: Thank you, L-sama.   L-sama: Just don’t forget who comes up with these fics everyone seems to like so much.   Sakura: H-Hai ma’am.   L-sama: Good girl. Well I’m off, worlds to destroy, worlds to create and all that fun stuff. Buh-Byyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeee!   Yami: T-That was your boss?!   Sakura: Yep.   Yami: I think I’ll um… back off from now on.   Bakura: So you finally grew a brain, huh pharaoh no baka?   Yami: Shut. Up. Thief.   Sakura: Guys can’t we just quit it for ONE day? I’m stressed as it is. You try returning non-defective opened stuff anywhere without a fight.   Joachim: Bad day, dear?   Sakura: Don’t. Even. Start. Dear. Anyhoo, I’m outta here. You know what to do minna.