Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yugivania3 ❯ Chapter 4
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Lsama-no-miko 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Horror / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 170 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Horror / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 170 | Status: Work In Progress
Yugivania 3
By Sakura (L-sama no Miko)
WARNING: Possible spoilers for those who haven’t played Castlevania: Lament of Innocence
Chapter 4
A hundred years later, the two kyuuketsuki had made their way to the principality of Wallachia after traveling through Asia. Their travels had been insisted upon by Marik in hopes to take both their minds off the tragic lost of their ‘family’. Though it seemed to help at times, neither kyuuketsuki ever really could get over the pain, especially the smaller white haired fledgling whose loss had been doubled by the death of his two lovers, the only other kyuuketsuki than Marik to show him any amount of kindness.
Upon hearing rumors of a kyuuketsuki lord living on the border between Transylvania and Wallachia, they decided, Marik that is, it might do the younger fledgling some good to interact with other kyuuketsuki so they made their way to the castle located high in the mountain forests.
Ryou stood in awe at the immense structure before them, never had he seen such a large castle, the white stone walls shining like marble in the moonlight and the many red roofs gave off a blood like hue. All in all, the castle was an imposing sight, even Marik was impressed.
“Well shall we see if those mortals were right, little one?” the blond kyuuketsuki asked his younger companion. Ryou could only nod as he was still admiring the castle as they walked into the courtyard.
Suddenly, the door at the top of the stairs opened a tall man with long flowing raven hair dressed in fine silks and velvets stood regarding the two trespassers with slight amusement and curiosity. “It isn’t too often I get visitors,” he spoke, “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Marik?”
The blond kyuuketsuki stared at the man, then ran up to grab his hand. “Mathias! I had no idea it was you they were talking about!” he beamed, smiling warmly. “I would have sent word if I had known.”
Mathias smiled in return, glad to see his friend was still alive and well. “That’s quite all right my friend. Why don’t you and your young one come in and out of the chill, we can trade tales.”
“W-We aren’t imposing on you, sire?” the albino queried, not sure what to make of the new kyuuketsuki.
Mathias laughed, heartily. “Of course not, little one. Marik and his fledglings are always welcome in my home. Now come.”
Ryou clung to his older companion as he led them through the castle. Once settled comfortably in one of the many drawing rooms, their host spoke. “Welcome to my home,” he said bowing slightly towards the albino. “I am Baron Mathias Cronqvist, though I am called Prince Vlad Dracula Tepe? now.”
“I-It is an honor, your highness, m-my name is Ryou,” Ryou replied also bowing, though lower and earning another laugh from the dark haired kyuuketsuki.
“Just Vlad will do, young one,” he said settling into an armchair of his own. “So my friend, the last I heard of you, you were wreaking havoc with the Saracens and the Crusaders as well.”
Marik chuckled. “That was fun, but things got a bit too hairy – no thanks to that brat of mine.” Mathias nodded, remembering the rather insolent multicolor haired fledgling. “I haven’t heard much about you though.”
“I’ve been lying low a lot lately. Those damned Belmonts won’t give me a moment’s peace,” complained the younger kyuuketsuki lord.
“Well that’s what you get for betraying your best friend,” Marik said. Ryou’s eyes widened.
“Maybe so, but I’ve heard he’s become the very thing he vowed to hunt. A most fitting fate, I would think.”
“I’d be careful if I were you. A Belmont vampire could be a very dangerous thing, Mathias.”
“Again, maybe so, but Leon knows he can not best me, no matter how strong he may be.”
“Just be careful, my friend.”
Mathias frowned, but quickly changed the subject. “What brings you to my lovely Wallachia? And without your other fledglings I might add.”
“Well that’s a long story, my friend,” Marik said, solemnly.
Curious at the blond’s sudden melancholy, Mathias raised one elegant eyebrow. “We have plenty of time, or perhaps would you or your little one would prefer to have something to drink first?”
“Thank you, no, Mathias. We’ve eaten on the way here,” Marik replied. The blond kyuuketsuki then told his tale, how he and his fledglings traveled for a few hundred years and finally settling down in Nihon(Japan). He went on to explain that after a mere ten short years, the humans of the city they had lived in suddenly decided to torch their home, leaving him and Ryou the only survivors.
Mathias laid a sympathetic hand on his friend’s knee. “I too know all too well the evil of humans,” he said bitterly. “I’ve only recently lost my dear wife, Lisa due a bunch of witch hunting *beep*s a few months ago.”
“You have my deepest sympathy, my friend,” the blond kyuuketsuki said, mimicking the gesture. Mathias smiled in gratitude, nodding for him to continue their tale. “There’s not much more to tell, Ryou and I’ve been on the road for the past hundred years and were about to search for a place to settle down for a while. I thought we’d stop by a visit to the local vampire lord before we did. I thought it might do my dear Ryou some good to enjoy company other than my own for bit.”
Ryou couldn’t help the blush forming on his pale cheeks as the elder kyuuketsuki spoke. True they’d been lovers since a few years after the fire, but he still got embarrassed whenever Marik called him his.
“That is an excellent idea, Marik,” Mathias said smiling, “My son Adrian could use the company of another fledgling.” ‘Maybe the little one can help make him understand my way is the better,’ he thought silently. Too long had the boy been under his mother’s influence.
“Your son?” Marik asked in wonder, knowing full well that the man never had any offspring while still mortal.
“Surprised I see,” he replied, smirking with pride. “It appears that our kind can produce children after all.”
“Your wife…”
“Was a mortal,” Mathias answered for him. Ryou gasped, never before had he ever heard of a kyuuketsuki fathering children with a human woman.
“This is certainly, interesting,” Marik said, nonplussed.
“Indeed, so you see why I have no reason to trust mortals now that Lisa is gone. A child of a vampire and a human is a cursed one.”
“C-Cursed?” Ryou piped up.
“Yes, young one. Adrian is after all what the gypsies of this area call a dhampir, a being with vampiric powers, but also human. Such offspring are doomed to belong neither the light nor the darkness, always scorned by both,” he replied, mournfully.
“How sad,” the albino kyuuketsuki said, pitying the son he’d yet to meet.
Mathias cleared his throat, signaling that he no longer whished to discuss the topic. “Since you have yet to find a place to stay, why not here?” he asked his friend, again changing the subject. “I’ve plenty of room, and as I have mentioned, my son could use some fresh company.”
“I don’t wish to be a bother, my friend,” Marik replied.
“Ridiculous! I won’t take no for an answer Marik. These mortals are shrewd in their superstitious ways. You won’t last long without my protection.”
Sighing, Marik relented. “Alright, alright. We’ll stay, Mathias.”
“Excellent, I’ll show you to your rooms.”
***************
The white haired kyuuketsuki sat in the overstuffed chair by the library window, a leather-bound book in his hands, using the natural light to help him read. He had been in the castle a few hours when he came upon the room and fallen in love with the rich wood floor, walls and ceiling. He also loved the ornate area rugs and lavish furniture.
But what really made him happy was the large collection of books their host had acquired over the years. He was now on his tenth and there were still more coming every few days or so.
“Pardon me, I didn’t know there’d be anyone here,” a young man with long pale gold hair said, from the door way.
“Um… i-it’s all right,” Ryou answered. ‘This must be Mathias-sama’s son,’ he thought since he’d become acquainted with most of the castle’s inhabitants and yet to meet their host’s son.
“You must be Lord Marik’s fledgling, am I Adrian Farenheit Tepe?,” he said bowing.
“How do you do, Sir Adrian,” he replied, “I’m Ryou.”
“Please, just Adrian, Ryou?” he said, unsure if he pronounced the name correctly. The white haired kyuuketsuki nodded, “I trust you find the castle to your liking then.”
“Yes, it’s beautiful. You do not like here?” he asked noticing the dhampir’s sullen look.
“I do not wish to burden you with my troubles,” Adrian replied. “I am glad you like my father’s home, though. I’ll leave you to your book.” He turned to leave.
“Adrian, matte(wait),” the smaller one called. “I-I’d love for you to stay. We could um… talk about the books we’ve read.”
The dhampir looked at the kyuuketsuki for a few moments, wondering if his father had put this guest up to it, but after seeing nothing but an equal loneliness in the chocolate eyes, he surrendered to the kyuuketsuki’s silent pleading. “I’d like that,” he said sitting in the chair across from Ryou.
~TBC~
Sakura: Whew! Finally got that pesky idea out of my head.
Joachim: Toying with Lord Dracula’s son are you now?
Sakura: Not really. Not getting jealous are you dear?
Joachim: In your dreams, dear.
Sakura: Joachim, hidoi! Anyhoo, you should know the drill by now, minna. You review, I post the next chappie.
Sesshy: Do you ever cease, onna?
Sakura: I did. For almost two years, Sesshoumaru-sama!
Inu: Just be grateful she didn’t force ya into one of her crazy stories.
Sakura & Kagome: Inu-yasha Osuwari!!!!!
Inu: (falls flat on his face) Gods I hate females.
By Sakura (L-sama no Miko)
WARNING: Possible spoilers for those who haven’t played Castlevania: Lament of Innocence
Chapter 4
A hundred years later, the two kyuuketsuki had made their way to the principality of Wallachia after traveling through Asia. Their travels had been insisted upon by Marik in hopes to take both their minds off the tragic lost of their ‘family’. Though it seemed to help at times, neither kyuuketsuki ever really could get over the pain, especially the smaller white haired fledgling whose loss had been doubled by the death of his two lovers, the only other kyuuketsuki than Marik to show him any amount of kindness.
Upon hearing rumors of a kyuuketsuki lord living on the border between Transylvania and Wallachia, they decided, Marik that is, it might do the younger fledgling some good to interact with other kyuuketsuki so they made their way to the castle located high in the mountain forests.
Ryou stood in awe at the immense structure before them, never had he seen such a large castle, the white stone walls shining like marble in the moonlight and the many red roofs gave off a blood like hue. All in all, the castle was an imposing sight, even Marik was impressed.
“Well shall we see if those mortals were right, little one?” the blond kyuuketsuki asked his younger companion. Ryou could only nod as he was still admiring the castle as they walked into the courtyard.
Suddenly, the door at the top of the stairs opened a tall man with long flowing raven hair dressed in fine silks and velvets stood regarding the two trespassers with slight amusement and curiosity. “It isn’t too often I get visitors,” he spoke, “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Marik?”
The blond kyuuketsuki stared at the man, then ran up to grab his hand. “Mathias! I had no idea it was you they were talking about!” he beamed, smiling warmly. “I would have sent word if I had known.”
Mathias smiled in return, glad to see his friend was still alive and well. “That’s quite all right my friend. Why don’t you and your young one come in and out of the chill, we can trade tales.”
“W-We aren’t imposing on you, sire?” the albino queried, not sure what to make of the new kyuuketsuki.
Mathias laughed, heartily. “Of course not, little one. Marik and his fledglings are always welcome in my home. Now come.”
Ryou clung to his older companion as he led them through the castle. Once settled comfortably in one of the many drawing rooms, their host spoke. “Welcome to my home,” he said bowing slightly towards the albino. “I am Baron Mathias Cronqvist, though I am called Prince Vlad Dracula Tepe? now.”
“I-It is an honor, your highness, m-my name is Ryou,” Ryou replied also bowing, though lower and earning another laugh from the dark haired kyuuketsuki.
“Just Vlad will do, young one,” he said settling into an armchair of his own. “So my friend, the last I heard of you, you were wreaking havoc with the Saracens and the Crusaders as well.”
Marik chuckled. “That was fun, but things got a bit too hairy – no thanks to that brat of mine.” Mathias nodded, remembering the rather insolent multicolor haired fledgling. “I haven’t heard much about you though.”
“I’ve been lying low a lot lately. Those damned Belmonts won’t give me a moment’s peace,” complained the younger kyuuketsuki lord.
“Well that’s what you get for betraying your best friend,” Marik said. Ryou’s eyes widened.
“Maybe so, but I’ve heard he’s become the very thing he vowed to hunt. A most fitting fate, I would think.”
“I’d be careful if I were you. A Belmont vampire could be a very dangerous thing, Mathias.”
“Again, maybe so, but Leon knows he can not best me, no matter how strong he may be.”
“Just be careful, my friend.”
Mathias frowned, but quickly changed the subject. “What brings you to my lovely Wallachia? And without your other fledglings I might add.”
“Well that’s a long story, my friend,” Marik said, solemnly.
Curious at the blond’s sudden melancholy, Mathias raised one elegant eyebrow. “We have plenty of time, or perhaps would you or your little one would prefer to have something to drink first?”
“Thank you, no, Mathias. We’ve eaten on the way here,” Marik replied. The blond kyuuketsuki then told his tale, how he and his fledglings traveled for a few hundred years and finally settling down in Nihon(Japan). He went on to explain that after a mere ten short years, the humans of the city they had lived in suddenly decided to torch their home, leaving him and Ryou the only survivors.
Mathias laid a sympathetic hand on his friend’s knee. “I too know all too well the evil of humans,” he said bitterly. “I’ve only recently lost my dear wife, Lisa due a bunch of witch hunting *beep*s a few months ago.”
“You have my deepest sympathy, my friend,” the blond kyuuketsuki said, mimicking the gesture. Mathias smiled in gratitude, nodding for him to continue their tale. “There’s not much more to tell, Ryou and I’ve been on the road for the past hundred years and were about to search for a place to settle down for a while. I thought we’d stop by a visit to the local vampire lord before we did. I thought it might do my dear Ryou some good to enjoy company other than my own for bit.”
Ryou couldn’t help the blush forming on his pale cheeks as the elder kyuuketsuki spoke. True they’d been lovers since a few years after the fire, but he still got embarrassed whenever Marik called him his.
“That is an excellent idea, Marik,” Mathias said smiling, “My son Adrian could use the company of another fledgling.” ‘Maybe the little one can help make him understand my way is the better,’ he thought silently. Too long had the boy been under his mother’s influence.
“Your son?” Marik asked in wonder, knowing full well that the man never had any offspring while still mortal.
“Surprised I see,” he replied, smirking with pride. “It appears that our kind can produce children after all.”
“Your wife…”
“Was a mortal,” Mathias answered for him. Ryou gasped, never before had he ever heard of a kyuuketsuki fathering children with a human woman.
“This is certainly, interesting,” Marik said, nonplussed.
“Indeed, so you see why I have no reason to trust mortals now that Lisa is gone. A child of a vampire and a human is a cursed one.”
“C-Cursed?” Ryou piped up.
“Yes, young one. Adrian is after all what the gypsies of this area call a dhampir, a being with vampiric powers, but also human. Such offspring are doomed to belong neither the light nor the darkness, always scorned by both,” he replied, mournfully.
“How sad,” the albino kyuuketsuki said, pitying the son he’d yet to meet.
Mathias cleared his throat, signaling that he no longer whished to discuss the topic. “Since you have yet to find a place to stay, why not here?” he asked his friend, again changing the subject. “I’ve plenty of room, and as I have mentioned, my son could use some fresh company.”
“I don’t wish to be a bother, my friend,” Marik replied.
“Ridiculous! I won’t take no for an answer Marik. These mortals are shrewd in their superstitious ways. You won’t last long without my protection.”
Sighing, Marik relented. “Alright, alright. We’ll stay, Mathias.”
“Excellent, I’ll show you to your rooms.”
***************
The white haired kyuuketsuki sat in the overstuffed chair by the library window, a leather-bound book in his hands, using the natural light to help him read. He had been in the castle a few hours when he came upon the room and fallen in love with the rich wood floor, walls and ceiling. He also loved the ornate area rugs and lavish furniture.
But what really made him happy was the large collection of books their host had acquired over the years. He was now on his tenth and there were still more coming every few days or so.
“Pardon me, I didn’t know there’d be anyone here,” a young man with long pale gold hair said, from the door way.
“Um… i-it’s all right,” Ryou answered. ‘This must be Mathias-sama’s son,’ he thought since he’d become acquainted with most of the castle’s inhabitants and yet to meet their host’s son.
“You must be Lord Marik’s fledgling, am I Adrian Farenheit Tepe?,” he said bowing.
“How do you do, Sir Adrian,” he replied, “I’m Ryou.”
“Please, just Adrian, Ryou?” he said, unsure if he pronounced the name correctly. The white haired kyuuketsuki nodded, “I trust you find the castle to your liking then.”
“Yes, it’s beautiful. You do not like here?” he asked noticing the dhampir’s sullen look.
“I do not wish to burden you with my troubles,” Adrian replied. “I am glad you like my father’s home, though. I’ll leave you to your book.” He turned to leave.
“Adrian, matte(wait),” the smaller one called. “I-I’d love for you to stay. We could um… talk about the books we’ve read.”
The dhampir looked at the kyuuketsuki for a few moments, wondering if his father had put this guest up to it, but after seeing nothing but an equal loneliness in the chocolate eyes, he surrendered to the kyuuketsuki’s silent pleading. “I’d like that,” he said sitting in the chair across from Ryou.
~TBC~
Sakura: Whew! Finally got that pesky idea out of my head.
Joachim: Toying with Lord Dracula’s son are you now?
Sakura: Not really. Not getting jealous are you dear?
Joachim: In your dreams, dear.
Sakura: Joachim, hidoi! Anyhoo, you should know the drill by now, minna. You review, I post the next chappie.
Sesshy: Do you ever cease, onna?
Sakura: I did. For almost two years, Sesshoumaru-sama!
Inu: Just be grateful she didn’t force ya into one of her crazy stories.
Sakura & Kagome: Inu-yasha Osuwari!!!!!
Inu: (falls flat on his face) Gods I hate females.