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Shadowed Violet: Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

A/N: To all my reviewers: you guys are so
sweet! I�m glad everyone appears to
enjoy my choice of Malik�s master, I�ve always favored yami/hikari pairings
myself. Please, keep the reviews coming!

Eyes closed, Malik took several deep calming
breaths, his heartbeat slowing gradually as the incipient panic attack bled
away. His eyes snapped open at a faint
whisper of sound, then narrowed slightly on seeing Yugi at the door, small hand
lingering on the knob uncertainly. �Um, hi, I�m Yugi as you may have heard
Marik say. You-your name isn�t really
Kitten is it?� Malik barely stopped
himself from rolling his eyes. �No,
it�s Malik.� He replied evenly, though his hands ached to rip the damned ears
from his hair. Although he�d rather
tear Marik�s ears off HIS head for doing it more than anything else. �Nice to meet you Malik.� Replied the
tri-haired slave. At least Yugi didn�t laugh at him, in fact he acted as if
slaves running around with kitty ears and fluffy tails was the norm. ~Maybe
it is�who knows how fucked in the head the Palace vampires are? If Marik is an example of the status quo
then my appearance would hardly be shocking.~ Reasoned the blond. He deeply envied the other�s simple garb of
maroon tank top and form-fitting black leather pants. Never mind the rather
garish gold-riveted collar, belt, and wristbands that pushed the outfit just
outside the realm of taste. Yugi smiled at him warmly, the amethyst pools of
his eyes depthlessly clear, not clouded and shadowed by loneliness and pain
like his own. As they had been for longer than he could remember. Maybe his eyes resembled Yugi�s as a
toddler, when he still didn�t know his father despised him, but certainly not
after.
�Are you
hungry? Or would you like a tour of the Palace first?� Yugi queried after a brief silence. �The tour I guess.� Not that either choice appealed to him, both
meant leaving the room resembling a Cats cast member into kink. ~Although I might not be here when HE
comes back and I may be able to spot some possible escape routes. There�s no fucking way I�m staying HERE any
longer than I have to, not with that nutcase as my Master.~ �C�mon, I�ll show you around.� Malik was about to mention his unfortunate
position chained to the wall when he realized at some point Marik had unclipped
his leash; which only Marik could have done as the clips were designed to close
so tightly they needed a vampire�s strength to unsnap them. Yugi politely held the door for him and
Malik drew in a steadying breath before stepping outside.
Beyond stretched an elegant black marble hallway lit
by numerous gold lamps, each covered in amber glass shades etched with the
upside-down pyramid of the royal seal.
On his first step the teen�s bare feet sank into plush wine-red
carpeting soft as thick moss. Opulent,
but Malik was used to opulence where vampires were concerned, vampires and opulence went together like
slaves and chains. He started as small fingers grasped his elbow. �This
way,� Yugi pointed at the highly
polished, but plain mahogany-wood door
at one end, nothing like the richly carved ebony-wood portal on the
opposite The other three doors matched
the black one except for color�Marik�s a golden gingerwood, another in silvery
birch, and a third in slate colored cypress. �That black door leads to my and
Vampyre-Ra Yami�s suite of rooms, this hall is reserved for Rajai only, which
is why there�s only four doors. Don�t
ever go into the other suites without permission though.� Explained the smaller teen. �I�m not sure how much freedom Marik will
give you, but I�ll show you where slaves are allowed unescorted. I�ll also
introduce you to some of your fellow slaves.�
~Oh goody, thanks but I doubt Master Psycho will be letting me wander
and I don�t give a shit about my fellow slaves.~ Thought Malik, suspicion
rising like fog from lake water in the morning hours. ~Why are you doing this Yugi?
I doubt Marik asked you to, he doesn�t seem the type to care if his
slaves are hungry or know their way around.
Are you trying to get me in trouble, or maybe lead me out in public so I
can get laughed at? Or did Marik really
ask you to be his spy?~ Wondered
the platinum blond sourly.
Vampires sent human slaves to spy on others all the
time, or sometimes the slaves did it on their own in hopes of getting some dirt
on someone good enough to be rewarded for.
Malik kept his doubts to himself and stepped through the door Yugi held
open for him into a hallway still richly appointed but not a sumptuously as the
previous one. The blond counted eight,
plain mahogany doors before Yugi slide aside a wall-panel to reveal what had to be the slave�s
passageway. �That was Noble Hall, where the Rajaku, the highest ranking vampire
nobles, have their suites.� Yugi
explained as Malik trailed after him down the concrete floored, white-walled
passage as generic and sterile as the other hall was lavish. All too soon for Malik�s taste it joined a
much larger corridor, this one bustling with activity. Malik stoutly resisted the tremendous urge
to cover his kitty ears, stamping down a prickly rush of embarrassment. ~Fucking vampires and their messed-up
little eccentricities. ~ He
grumbled, though his mood sweetened upon noticing the other slaves didn�t so
much as raise an eyebrow over his outfit.
~Guess they�re used to weirdness. Or they�re too overworked to care.~
A great variety of slave types flowed around the
boys; grunt slaves, easily identified by their brown I.D. tags and thickly
muscles bodies, did all the heavy, physically challenging work; he saw service
slaves I.D�d by their navy tags, which did all the food prep work (slave food
of course), cleaned, washed clothing. . . . basically anything along those lines; food slaves walked the corridor as well,
though most of those in the corridor were general grade and nothing special--or
so the solid white tags hanging from their collars said. Higher grades of food slaves were identified
by a red band in the middle of their tags�the larger the band the higher-grade
the slave. If Malik�s Master wasn�t
royalty he�d have a color-coded tag as well, his in the AB Negative colors
of black-striped crimson. Lastly were personal slaves whose duties
were wholly dependant on their Master�s definition of it, and whose tags were
solid black. There was even a scattering of bronze-tagged specialty slaves, who
generally could be anything from plumbers and electricians to scientists and
engineers. Most vampires happened to
like the modern conveniences humanity invented and were quite loathe to give
them up, so humans trained in useful occupations often kept them even after
humans lost the Shadow Wars.
Yugi played tour guide and pointed out doors leading
to the slave bathing room (though he doubted Malik would need it, Yugi thought
Marik would have him use the suite�s bathing chamber), uniform supply room
(again not something Malik would need, not with his custom outfit), and general
slave quarters (another place Malik wouldn�t use). The platinum blonde grimaced at seeing the slave quarters, which
actually consisted of a window-less, warehouse-sized room with row upon row of
cots. At least the cots were sturdily
constructed, the neatly folded bedding perched on each looked clean, warm, and
comfortable. Really the best
accommodations an untalented, ordinary servant or grunt slave could
expect--better than most Malik had heard of.
Better than he had under his old Master where he�d made due with a hard
floor and Ryou�s body warmth. ~Ryou.
. . .~ He thought, the familiar longing ache blooming anew in his
chest. ~No-NO- fuck it all! I�m not
gonna think about him! I have to concentrate on memorizing the Palace layout.~ He
admonished himself, thereafter focusing on where Yugi lead him and building a
mental map. Maybe later he�d get ahold
of some writing utensils and draw out his findings, but Malik didn�t count on
it�he�d just have to count on his memory.
Yugi ended
the tour at the kitchens, despite Malik�s complete lack of appetite, where he
settled the newest slave at a rough wooden table set in a corner far away from
the busy staff. Vampires couldn�t eat
human food, but their slaves did and some were quite privileged enough to
demand extravagant feasts on occasion.
Yugi brought them both huge plates of rice topped by a beef and
vegetable mix, not a feast or extravagant but well-made and fresh. While he ate well while at Elegante Training
Center, his previous Master used to feed him sparsely and poorly on food a bare
step above garbage, just enough for his survival. �So, any questions so
far?� Yugi queried after sitting
opposite Malik, bringing the blond out of his musings. ~Oh I have questions
all right�what�s the best way out? How
many guards are there and what are their shifts? Where do they keep the weapons and how far are we from the Human
Lands border? Riiiiggghhhttt, like you�re gonna tell me any of that.~ Malik
thought bitterly. �No, not
really.� He answered shortly, picking
listlessly at his food, even though it was clearly tasty fare no ordinary slave would get. Malik glanced at Yugi when silence followed
his reply, seeing worry in the other�s huge amethyst eyes. �Aren�t you hungry? You haven�t eaten for a couple days.� The smaller boy pointed out softly. ~2
days? That makes sense, they had to transport me here and then mess up my
teeth.~ �Is there something else
you�d like better? As Marik�s food slave you can ask for any dish you
want.� Yugi offered hopefully.
Malik quickly looked down to hide the flash of annoyance
across his young features. �No, I�m not hungry.� He kept his voice flat, but Malik itched to verbally lay into the
smaller teen; Yugi was obviously a happy little slave who loved his job, his
master, or both�something that disgusted Malik. How could anyone love such thoughtlessly cruel beasts as
vampires? He supposed he was being
uncharitable, maybe Yugi was broken early on and the innocence in his eyes a
desperate fa�ade or maybe he�d suffer greatly at his Master�s hands if he
didn�t act that way. �Well if you�re not gonna eat then I will.� A new voice with a strange accent
called. �Jou!� Yugi enthusiastically greeted the slave
sauntering over to their table. ~Well, it seems I�m not the only �pet�
slave.~ Thought the bronze teen with wry amusement. Indeed, the amber-eyed slave had floppy
puppy-ears poking from his thick mane of honey-gold hair, a matching tail swung
at his backside. Otherwise his outfit
seemed to consist of thick leather
straps interlocking in a harness-like affair connected to a heavy collar at his
neck. Golden spikes adorned the leather
collar, matching the gold-plated d-rings on various parts of the harness, and
the wide manacle-like bracelets on the boy�s wrists and ankles; a couple larger
pieces of the coffee hued leather managed to barely cover the slave�s nether
regions enough to just skirt the line of modesty. �Hiya, I�m Jou, as Yug�
said. You�re Marik�s new slave ain�t
ya?� The slave asked with a knowing
grin, chuckling softly when Malik nodded.
�Thought so, my Master Seto Kaiba and yours are the only two Palace
vamps kinky enough to dress their slaves like this.� Jou flicked a puppy ear and comically wriggled his ass to start
his golden retriever-like tail swishing.
�You are?� Jou said, eyebrow
quirked to make it a question.
�Malik.�
�Nice to meetcha. You really don�t want your
food?� Malik shrugged and slid the
plate across the table, grimacing when the other teen began shoveling food into
his mouth at an astonishing rate with no regard to table manners
whatsoever. �Jou�s Master, Kaiba, is a
Vampyre-Raj like Marik. He lives in the
suite with the slate colored door.� Yugi supplied helpfully, rising and
gesturing for Malik to do the same.
�Sorry Jou, but I need to finish showing Malik around. He�s gotta be back in Marik�s suite by the
meeting�s end.�
�Eh no problem Yug�, I understand how it is. Hey, see ya both around.� He waved genially and dove back into in his
meal, hardly noticing the two leave.
Malik held in a sigh as Yugi continued to guide him through the Palace,
showing him anything but a way outside.
~That�s probably intentional, Yugi wouldn�t want to displease the
Masters by letting a Sweetblood escape.~
Thought Malik sourly. ~First
Ryou, now Yugi, and that Jou-guy didn�t seem all that upset either. Is every food slave an infatuated idiot? Are
they all suffering from some twisted form of venom poisoning?~ A hard hand
descending on his shoulder broke Malik from his thoughts. �What do we have here? A delectable little kitty-cat?� A voice chirred in his ear, oozing false
charm. Malik whirled to face a blonde
vampire dressed in crimson-accented black leathers, the royal seal embossed on
his chest and the ceremonial dagger in his belt marked him as a Raptor, a
palace guard. Malik pegged him as
fresh-dead, maybe a vamp since the Shadow Wars but not before, he lacked the
otherworldly grace any sucker a decade old or more acquired. He jerked out of the vamp�s hands, glaring,
damned if he�d allow himself to be man-handled by a worthless Childing. �Why
you fucking whore!� The Raptor
exploded, fangs bared and muscles coiled tight to spring at the teen and shred
him for his insolence.
Malik�s breath caught in his throat, his own muscles
tensing to dodge, but he knew it would be in vain. Even a Childing had reflexes quick enough to outmaneuver any
human ever born. A tri-haired blur
leapt between vampire and slave, halting the Childing-Raptor cold. �Ma-master Keith? That�s Malik, he�s Vampyre-Raj Marik�s new food slave. I�m so sorry about his attitude but he�s new
and hasn�t any training at all. I�m
taking him to Master Marik right now for that purpose.� Lied Yugi, a faint tremor in his voice. Snarling his displeasure Keith backed off,
hands clenching and unclenching spasmodically.
�Tell Marik this one needs his impudence tortured out of him. Why are you taking him this way instead of
the slave passages anyway? There are
vampires who don�t wish to see filth like you.� Yugi bowed respectfully, keeping his eyes to the carpet, voice
dripping submissiveness. �Please
forgive us Master Keith, but my Master requested I show him this route�it�s the
most direct way back to the Royal Suites.
The Vampyre-Ra wishes Malik to know it in case Master Marik wants him to
fetch something quickly.� Malik wanted
to retch�did the short teen have no pride at all? He couldn�t be any more
subservient without getting down on all fours and licking the vampires boots.
Keith waved them off impatiently, a sneer curling his lip and revealing a
glistening fang. �Fine whatever, just
go.� He spat. Anger flared, the urge to
punch the Raptor nearly overwhelmed the bronze teen, but Malik reluctantly
allowed a frantic Yugi to pull him away.
Matter of fact Yugi didn�t stop pulling until they were inside Marik�s
suite, where the smaller boy turned on the blonde.
Malik
stepped back at the molten anger bright in the eyes the other slave turned on
him. �What did you think you were
doing! Do you want to get yourself killed?�
He snarled, pale face deeply florid with emotion. He�d never assumed
Yugi had any sort of backbone under that friendly innocence, it was like
watching a harmless gecko transform into a raging dragon. �I�m an AB Negative,
our lovely masters have made it against the law to kill me.� Malik shot back coldly, folding his arms
over his bare chest in silent defiance. �Ha! You think that would save you from
Keith? He�s half-crazed at the best of
times, he�d kill you first and consider the consequences later. Have you no sense?� Yugi�s question flared the unreleased temper
Malik worked up earlier, Hell he�d never lost the simmering pool of rage inside
since Bakura captured him. �Fuck
you! You think I CARE whether I�m alive
or not? You think pleasing vamps matters to me? I�m not a simpering midget like
YOU, I�m surprised you didn�t beg his pardon for merely existing.� Yugi winced under the acidic harshness of
Malik�s voice and gaze, hurt flashing momentarily through his amethyst orbs.
When he spoke again, his tone was quiet but diamond-hard. �I acted that way to calm him down, if I
hadn�t you�d be either a shriveled corpse or a whimpering pile of bloody
meat. You�re new Malik, you don�t know
the people here so listen to me�� The
smaller teen paused. �KEITH�IS�NOT�TO�BE�FUCKED�WITH!� Yugi threw each word at
him like a verbal bullet with deadly force.
Eye�s cold as shadows on snow at twilight, Malik stared deeply into the
tri-haired�s before he turned resolutely away.
�Don�t do me any favors Yugi, I won�t return them. I�m not looking for friends, least of all
sucker-lovers; just leave me the fuck alone.� Each word came out chill and
clear as sharp-pointed icicles hanging from a roof-eve. For several achingly long moments silence
filled the room with a thrumming tension, like a bungee cord stretched to it�s
limit, before Yugi replied. �As you wish.� He said quietly, leaving just as
quietly, the click of the door closing at his back nearly inaudible.
~Fucking dwarf, what makes him think I WANT his
advice. . . . or his friendship? I
don�t need anyone�besides he�d probably betray me anyway. I�ve fallen for innocent cuteness before
and what did it get me?~ The sandy blond ranted internally, bare feet slapping angrily as he
paced the length of the room. ~I
can�t trust humans anymore than I can vampires. I�m on my own.~ Malik continued to pace for some time,
refusing to acknowledge the horrible cold emptiness filling in the space left
by his slowly draining rage.

A/N: Lotsa smut next chapter!!!
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