Hehe, sorry it took so long to post another chapter.  Oh well, right to the story, I guess.  No use in prolonging the inevitable.  Enjoy!

Oh, and before I forget, Kami is short for Kami-sama, and that means God in Japanese.  I did not misspell Yami's name. *glares*

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Chapter_08: Basium

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Yugi's breath solidified in front of him, the cool air reacting violently with the warm air from his own mouth.  Bending slightly, he rested his hands on his leather-clad knees.

Even though he could run great distances without breaking a sweat, running in leather, in the freezing night, was another story altogether. 

Violet orbs glanced up, widening slightly as the realization hit them that they had arrived at their destination.

Las Noches glowed in an eerie purple haze, flickering lazily.

Gathering his wits about him, the little witch dove into the club, techno greeting his ears.

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Crimson eyes snapped open from their perch.  Gazing silently over the crowd of both mortals and Vampires, with a few shape-shifters thrown in as well, the settled on a small figure making his way through the crowd.  A flash of hope, surprise and lust made their way across the usually blood stained orbs, then disappeared as quickly as they had come.

He waited silently, until the boy who had captured his heart and shattered it found him.

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Yugi carefully made his way over to where he had sensed Yami's aura.  Of course, he stumbled a bit, the brightly colored lights swinging around the room through the heavy smog confused the small hikari.

Once his eyes had adjusted, he dodged through the crowd skillfully, eyes never leaving the dark beauty before him.

Although he still harbored some resentment towards the Vampire, he could not help but admit an undeniable attraction.

And then he was there, in front of his dark love.  Yami.

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Crimson eyes opened slowly, drifting down to the small, leather-clad beauty before him.

A smile graced his features, although faint in magnitude.

The Small One hesitated, then eased onto a bar stool next to his own.

"So you came."  The smooth baritone voice exclaimed over the volume of the crowd.

"You sound surprised."

"Should I?"

"Did you not think that I might not have come?"

"There was no need for worry.  I knew well enough that you would come."

"And how may I ask?"

"A sixth sense, if you will."

"…."

The creature of the night grinned.  Licking its lips, he took time to observe the lithe body before him; how the midriff and low cut pants revealed a perfectly flat stomach, with a slight six-pack.  At the moment, the beauty before him was ordering a drink from Keela.

How long has she been bar tending in Las Noches?  Yami wondered, mindlessly tapping his fingers against the table.

"Why did you invite me to come here?"

That brought Yami back to the world of the waking.

"You should know why."

Yugi lay silent for a while, contemplating.

"Is it because…you…we…?"

He paused again.

"Why?"

The shinigami (a/n: is that spelled correctly…?) stood up, his movements' fluid.

Extending his hand, he locked gazes with Yugi.

"Care to dance?"  It was more a demand than a question.

Yugi concede, took the hand, and followed his dark beauty out onto the dance floor.

Yami smirked, knowing he was slowly winning the small one over.

Anything to infuriate Pegasus.

Anything.

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Bakura strode through the dark alleyways, his hair glowing in the moonlight.  Purposefully, he headed towards Las Noches, where he looked forward to a drink.  Yami would be there, and it was always fun to annoy him.  As long as Bakura didn't piss him off too much, he would live to see another day. 

Becoming impatient, he leapt to the roof of the building on his left, and began running.  He hated taking his time to get places. 

Oh, but he could be very, very patient when it came to death.  He never rushed his kills.  Always drew them out so the victim could feel every drop leave their body.  And he didn't use the anesthesia to dull his victim's senses.  Oh no, he wanted them to feel pain.

He may be powerful, extremely powerful, but he was still no match for Yami.  In fact, he knew no one that was as strong as Yami.

Bakura came to a halt, his white hair blowing gently in the wind.  Looking down his shades, he wore them as a fashion statement; he spotted Las Noches, the neon sign flickering lazily.

Grinning, the dark spirit leapt from the top of the building to the ground, and stood up.

And fell back down again.

Growling, he stood up once more, ready to use all of his power on whatever insolent being dared knock him down and get his white shirt dirty.

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Ryou had gotten Yugi's e-mail about ten days ago.  He didn't even want to remember what hell he had gone through to make sure Jou, Honda and Anzu were going to come.

It had taken him four days to make them believe him!!!

Then he had mysteriously gotten an invitation in his locker, and had shown it to the rest of his Circle.

So, it was finally April first.  Ryou had for some reason felt excited about this endeavor.  He had no idea why, either.  So he had gotten dressed, in a tight, wool-knit sweater that clung very nicely, and black leather pants.  He had boots on, black, and a pendant that was a golden rig with seven spikes hanging off the outer edge, and a triangle with an eye in the middle on the inside, hanging off a metal chain.  Putting on some black eyeliner, he rushed out to meet with the rest of his Circle.

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Ryou was to meet them outside of Las Noches at nine.  He had only a few minutes to meet them, and walking the rest of the way would take him ten minutes. 

Screw this, I'm running. 

And with that thought, he ran towards Las Noches.  Glancing down at his watch, he had only a minute left, but the club was luckily around the corner.

Rounding the curb, he flew straight into a body and was sent tumbling to the ground.

Gah!  My shirt! *whines*It's dirty!!!!*pouts*

Remembering his manners, he dusted himself off, and offered his hand to the one he accidentally knocked down.

"I am so sorry, here, let me help…"

Ryou opened his eyes, and gazed down at the figure beneath him.  His eyes had a fire burning within, and growled.  The stranger was wearing a loose white shirt, now flecked in dust, and tight leather pants. 

Ryou was shocked.  This man looked remarkably like himself.  His eyes were narrower, but yet, alluring.  Ryou found himself turned on by the dark youth in front of him, that was, until, the stranger lunged at Ryou, fangs bared.

Then all thought left Ryou, leaving him paralyzed with fear.

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