A/N: Hey readers! I know it's been a while, and you're probably flabbergasted that I'm posting a chapter for this story. I am too, to be honest… I had a bout of inspiration at 12AM. It's a bit shorter than the other chapter, but I thought I might as well put something in for you guys to read.

I'm not too sure about this direction for the story though, so I want an opinion. I may put up a poll, but until then (if I do), I'd like an answer in the reviews; Yay, or Nay?

And good news – I found some old KH drabbles for you fans out there, so I may be posting those sometime as well.

Peace,

- RaNYo

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AVL

Chapter 2

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When Bakura abruptly woke late the next morning from a nightmare, he knew that from the feel of his surroundings that he was inside his apartment, on his bed, in nothing but his boxers. He was spread-eagled, hot all over, drenched in sweat, mouth was dry and slightly raw, and there was his saliva pool on the pillow.

Yeah, he drooled in his sleep. What about it?

The nightmare had been weird… he was at work closing up, when this strange kid followed him home after they both ate his (definitely well-earned and well-deserved) candy bars. He figured the boy was disturbed or something, 'cause his canines were all long and sharp, and thought that he had had either fakes, or dental work done.

Whichever the case, that bite he recieved fucking HURT, like it had actually happened...but it didn't, right? He figured it came down to eating nutty chocolate bars before collapsing from exhaustion – maybe he should look to getting a shift change, whether Mariku would bitch at him about it or not. Hell, forget working with friends on the same shift! He needed some damned good rest for once.

Then, he was brought from his musings as he took more in.

What made him spring up from his covers, was the fact that there was a cool cloth on his forehead, and something… no, someone was patting at it. He saw frost-green eyes staring at him all unreadable like, and quickly scooted backwards with a yelp of surprise at the nightmare come to life.

… And NO. It was definitely NOT a terrified man-squeal. Shut up.

So in this action of weakly trying to escape from his assaulter, he ended up falling off the bed, managing to just barely miss the dresser next to it. That was his first luck of the morning. And yet, the pain from his aching tailbone tossed him immediately back into unconsciousness.

… Fuck his life.

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When he came to again, he was back on his bed. There was a throbbing pain at his lower back, but it wasn't as bad as when it had first occurred – and there was a pillow there elevating and cushioning him. His eyes wouldn't open at first – he felt drained from being constantly in and out of the world...

Then, he remembered, and tried sitting up.

…Yeah, not so great of an idea. He groaned in pain, and fell back down, hissing and wincing as the aching increased, vision blurring. Russets blurred over to the doorway as white entered his peripheral, and his body tensed. GAH. PAIN. The white-headed boy shook his head, in a 'tsk, tsk'ing way that annoyed the fuck out of him.

"You're really not that smart when it comes down to fear, are you?" Ryou asked rhetorically, a slight sigh of disappointment in his breath. He ignored the indignant squawk that came from the bed as he approached, and sat down daintily in front of the injured, weak man, smiling sweetly as he bopped his nose with a finger.

"Don't worry… I understand why you're so clumsy right now. It's just the weakness – an after-effect of being drained." At the statement, Ryou watched as Bakura's face became paler – apparently, it was possible, though at the expense of light-headedness.

He pushed him lightly back down to the pillows, keeping a firm grip on one shoulder as the other tried to struggle, vainly. "Try not to make your recovery last longer than it really needs to. I've done my best to help you while you slept, but you keep on tossing and turning. It's very difficult." The accusing tone was insulting.

"Now, I tell you what. If you stop struggling, I'll bring you some lunch – I was going to bring you breakfast the first time you woke, but I guess the fever-dream screwed with your senses enough to make you paranoid." Oh, if only it HAD been a fever-dream – Bakura wasn't stupid. "Anyway, you've been out for a day and a half now, and its lunchtime. I'm making you soup with bread and orange juice – you are still very weak, and rough foods won't help much."

… "Did you say a day and a half?" he responded dumbly. He was about to freak out, seriously. Missing work was definitely a thing to freak out about; especially with a best friend who would possibly seek him out once he was free (and bored out of his fucking brains), and a boss who would sooner see him fired if his little brother didn't hold him back. Ah, old school rivalries… they did come back to bite you viciously in the ass…

His concern was waved off. "Don't worry yourself sick… – er. I took care of it. I can be rather… convincing." He winked as his voice trailed off into a slightly deeper tone, sounding very much like himself… creepy. …Actually, slightly cool. He remembered the recent night – the cute act was definitely fake… or, was it? Warily, he watched as the boy flipped some stray hairs from his eyes – he looked a little frazzled, but seemed to be alright otherwise.

"I had called your boss's number, and luckily for me, had a messenger with a caring soul answer instead. So, you should be safe. I got you off for a couple of days for a bad flu – so, hopefully you will be well within this time period… if you decide to cooperate with me, instead of being afraid of my earlier behavior." He eyed Bakura intently, knowingly.

Teeth were grit, and grinded against each other as he snarled at him. "Your 'earlier behavior' was totally out of the fucking blue. Had I known I was picking up a cult kid that would actually act on vampirism, I—"

He paused as a hole was punched into the wall beside his headboard, eyes wide as green eyes became frostier. He shivered slightly.

"I beg your pardon," Ryou spat, baring his lengthened eye-teeth, "but I am NOT a 'cult kid'. Believe it or not, I am the real deal, a vampire, servant of the night, whatever you want to call our kind, demeaning or not. I cannot help my instinct to stay alive by drinking your blood. Now, if you would kindly shut your mouth, I will leave to let you cool down your temper, gather up so gratitude from your stubborn center, and bring you your meal. Excuse me." And he got up from his bed, and briskly left the room.

Bakura sat in stunned silence. He seemed to be processing it, accepting it, slowly. …They were real, really? Why hadn't any ever been found before? Were they that good at keeping themselves out of the public eye? Which parts of the vampire controversy were true? …And he really pissed the kid off didn't he? Remorse, much?

And as Bakura turned his gaze, he saw there was one other important thing to ponder on too…

…What the hell was he going to tell the landlord about the damages this time?

-----TBC-----