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The Divine World of Blood	By : DMsan Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The
Divine World of Blood

Author:
DM-san A.K.A DMG
Warnings:
Shonen-ai/yaoi, AU, vampirism, violence, language.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership of Yu-Gi-Oh.
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Kazuki
Takahashi�s Yu-Gi-Oh! and various publishers including but not limited to
Shonen Weekly/Monthly Jump. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended. The plot and certain characters, however, do belong to
me.
***
I can smell the sunrise slowly
approaching as I sit in this corner motionless. The only thing left that�s not
stagnant is my morbid thoughts of this afterlife. In approximately six hours,
all that will be left of body is my ashes.
Finally, I turn my head to see
him, quivering in fear. He was too na�ve to trust my [1]sire�s
words and actions. He was a vampire that lived for centuries and brought so many
victims to this immortal life. I was his favorite. He spoiled me more than his
other �children� and loved me dear. But I could not escape from him, for he
was my creator. But even if I did, I cannot move on: I am not human anymore.
***
It was a day that will never
leave my mind: the day my younger brother and I were adopted by Kaiba Gozaburo.
I was so pleased that I was leaving the orphanage. Something for the better was
happening in my life, but I had no idea it would only become the worse.
*
�Seto-sama, I am ready to
drive you home.� I stared at the limousine driver in front of the classroom,
who was giving me a weak smile. I smirked, realizing I would be the one giving
orders to this man. Having an adult to take orders from a young child was
something to be cherished.
�Mokuba, let�s go.� My
young brother gazed at me innocently, nodding slowly. We walked out the
classroom into the large limo, watching the sparse scenery one could find on the
empty streets of Domino.
As we stopped at a red light, I
saw a white haired man standing at a corner close by. He glanced at me, somehow
spotting me through the tinted window. A sudden chill ran through my spine, and
I moved away from the window and out of his sight almost as a reflex. The car
began to move again. Cautiously, I peeked out to see I that man again was there,
or maybe he was an illusion brought on by an eventful day and a child�s
imagination. Unfortunately, I never had been one to indulge in too much
fantasizing, even at a young age. He was still there: his hair covered his eyes,
which I knew to be sinister anyway and all I could really see was the menacing
smile lurking on his face.
�Nii-sama, is something
wrong?� Mokuba asked as he stared at me with those innocent eyes of his.
�Nothing, I thought I saw someone I knew but it was no one.� He blinked,
almost sensing that I was lying about something that obvious. We did not know
that many people until our recent adoption.
I did not even realize we had
arrived to our new home until I heard Mokuba�s gasp of surprise and awe. It
was far larger than I expected it to be, a mansion probably. With my limited
knowledge of architecture at that time, all I could tell was that it was very
old looking, with a large front door and plenty of lawn space in the front and
back of it.
My younger brother looked at the
front of the house with amazement. �Wai�nii-sama, are we going to really
live here?� he asked with childish delight. �Yes we are.�
�Welcome, Seto-sama,� One of
new servants greeted me, �I will be serving you from this point on .Come, aburaburo-sama is expecting you.� The short, old, wrinkled man opened the door
of the limo us and led us to the mansion. Mokuba quickly grabbed onto my sweater
upon entering the house. He did not let go for a few hours until he became
comfortable with his surroundings.
We were taken to see the master
of this estate, Kaiba Gozaburo. He studied us both intently for a while. Or
rather he skimmed over Mokuba quickly before focusing on me for what felt like
an eternity. Finally, he choosing to speak, drawling in a way most rich people
did.
�Much is expected of you, Seto.
My company lies in your hands when I pass onto the next life. Since you are my
son and heir now, you will have to become a perfect model of me.� Those words
gave me chills, forcing me to let out a shaky breath that I did not even realize
I had been holding.
Starting, the next day, his team
of private tutors, which he had hired specifically for me (Mokuba only had a
governess to look after him), trained me until I learned everything my adopted
father knew.
I went along with it, knowing it
was better than living at the orphanage or on the streets, but I hated the filth
I had become. Most of all, I hated Gozaburo. I only managed to gain true
happiness for a moment when he had his �accident�.
*
A year passed. Life became a
little better. My inventions were a success. Almost every nation in the world
wanted models of my hologram systems to toy with. Game systems could not even
stay on shelves or more than a day during first week of the release. I was
making unbelievably gross amounts of money.
But success and money could only
comfort me during the day. Then the dreams came. Each night I would see the
terrors of this world�always something sinister about the world. I saw Death,
the corpses of many, blood and demons.
There was a beautiful voice
calling to me, seducing me to a world I did not want to belong, drawing me
closer, into the darkness. It was almost strangely beautiful. Sort of the way
something is morbidly funny.
I felt the cold caresses on my
body and felt aware of his every touch in an awe filled way. I would wake up
covered in a cold sweat, fatigued, with his voice echoing through my thoughts
during the day.
�Nii-sama I�m worried about
you.� Mokuba told me one day, as we were getting ready for a merging of
companies with another gaming company.
�I-It�s nothing,� I
replied quickly.
�Please tell me. You haven�t
been yourself lately.�
�It�s nothing, Mokuba!� I
snapped at him. He cringed a bit before looked at me with his big eyes, full of
worry and fear. I sighed.
�Lately, I�ve been having
dreams.�
�Dreams?�
�Nightmares, then. The world
is full of evil things that no one has never even seen.�
Mokuba listened, seemingly
speechless.
The company that we took over
was a success. The only catch was that they wanted me to one of their incomplete
prototypes. Apparently, none of the professionals they hired could fix the
problem, but I supposedly could.
I worked for two weeks on the
project, trying to throw myself into the work so that I would be too exhausted
to dream. They did stop but I did manage to get about three hours of sleep at
the most. Yet, when the project was finished, the worst had happened.
It was late, dark and stormy.
Normally, Mokuba would have been asleep by now, or in the corner of his bedroom,
blankets and pillows protecting him from the lightening and thunder.
I walked in the mansion to see
the walls covered in red. The servants were dead, probably murdered. I dropped
my briefcase and dashed into my younger brother�s room, needing to see for
myself that he was safe. I paused once I had reached his door. As I turned the
knob slowly, the door creaked open.
�Mokuba�� His name fell
from my quivering lips.
I looked around the silent room,
seeing no trace of blood anywhere. He appeared to be asleep under the covers.
I walked cautiously towards his bed and pulled the blankets off in one
quick move.
My brother�s faced was ruined,
torn into shreds. Blood flowed from his body, soaking the sheets but not enough
to show through the thick comforter.
I was numb, or in shock, not
even able to let the tears form behind my eyes fall. There was a ringing sound
echoing through my ears�Suddenly, I felt sick and leaning over to vomit on the
floor next to the bed [2].
The storm continued on outside
as I stood in Mokuba�s room, blankly staring out the window as my world
crumbled.
�Such a tragedy, isn�t
it?� It was the voice from my dreams. I remained stiffened but otherwise
motionless and speechless. �I understand your pain. It happened to me before:
family and friends killed for a reason that�s unknown to you.�
He stepped to my side, moving me
out of my stupor. �Everything was bleak and unforgiving luck to me�until I
met him. He changed my life, the way I thought-�
�Are you trying to make me see that God is my only answer?
I�m sorry but I won�t join your savior in holy matrimony and live a delusion
or whatever you do.�
He laughed, circling me. �No,
no, no, my friend.� He cupped my face and stared into my eyes. I was falling
into his trance, the shine of his brown eyes, which were changing into a red
hue. �I�m here to show you more�� He whispered into my ear.
I
tried intensely to break his spell. It was difficult; my body wanted to escape
and part of me wanted to as well. His fangs pierced my flesh, deep enough to
cause blood to surge forth. He slowly drank my blood while I stood there limply.
Finally, he let go of my body and watched it fall onto the nearby desk. I felt
fatigued and cold.
I watched him under half lidded
eyelids as he licked my blood from corner of his lips. In one strike he lifted
his wrist to his mouth and tore the flesh with his fangs, letting his own
crimson liquid trickle down his right arm. He placed his wrists at my lips, an
unspoken command to drink.
Numbly, I reached up and latched
onto it, drinking what he offered me, though I was in no state to realize what
that was. A rush of images of my life flashed before my eyes, surprising me but
nothing could stop the bloodlust. I drank more of the sweet blood, becoming more
savage with every drop I consumed. He stared at me in amazement, a smirk
settling on his face, as I blacked out.
*
Bah-dum, bah-dum, bah-dum. It
was the first sound I heard while I slept: the sound of beating hearts.
***
Glossary:

[1]
Who doesn�t love vampires? After about seven years of watching Buffy the
Vampire Slayer, I learned a lot about them. A sire is a vampire�s creator, the
one that drinks the mortal�s blood and gives them their blood to drink. Males
usually sire from the wrists and females sire from above the breast area.
[2] Like all anime and manga, if something is gross or
wrong, they throw up ^_^
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