Authoress Notes: Bad, bad, Kuro! I know, I know, I have other fics to work on, but this got stuck in my head too. I was gonna write this fic with another author, but I couldn't wait (impatience is a bad trait on my character)! So, I'm going to arrange with the author I was discussing to make a fic together to do another I'm planning. On another note, this story's AU (I seem to have a fondness for AU fics now), OOC-ness is in, and a whole lot of other stuff. So don't flame, I will just not accept them. Just point out some things and explain what I must do. I only do this to please the readers. So, just refrain yourself. Thank you and now, onward.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Never have, never will.
Pairings: AtemxAnzu, SethxShizuka, JounouchixMai, and others.
Warnings: OOC-ness, strong language, mature themes, sexual themes... Get my drift?
Genre: Action/adventure, romance, angst and... I dunno.
Plot:
((AU Dark fic)) In a world where vampires are gods, humans are low, and slaves are treated as dirt, Anzu is a pleasure slave, serving years in bed. Atem is a high-ranked vampire, in need of... entertainment. Could love between a lowly pleasure slave that lost the ability to love and an arrogant, cold vampire exist in such a world where status is everything, and your image determines how you're treated? AtemxAnzu
Dark Desires
By: xKuroSeraphimx
Chapter 1: A Vampire and a Slave
How long had it been? Since she was thrown into this hell she didn't want? Didn't deserve. She lost count. But to her, it felt like decades; centuries even. Women were lower than the human males, but being a slave-a pleasure slave at that-and a woman... Well, what do you expect?
Vampires came in, sneering, even spitting at her and the other slaves, just because of what she was. What she is. She didn't like that. No, hated that. Hated them.
Maybe that was why she was in a carriage after a very painful lash, the dirty top on was sticking to her back and she couldn't wait to take it of and check on the wounds, right?
WRONG! Since the guards didn't even bother to bandage her up, the top stuck to her back because of the blood, and when it was time to get cleaned up, they literally ripped the top off and the scabs on her backs, making her cry out in pain (but she always had a gag in her mouth to hinder the sound).
But she was getting used to the pain. Not even the lashes she gets were painful than before. She was broken, beaten, a hollow person inside. But at times, she had spunk, but that often had her getting beaten up again.
Now, back to where she was. She was sitting lonely in one corner of a dirty, foul carriage with several other pleasure slaves. Her arms and legs were chained together, a thick black collar around her neck. They were being sent to the city of Domino, a secondary capital to Japan (AN1), either staying there for a while or is going to be sold off to an auction later on.
Why was she being drafted there? I'll tell you. It is rather uncommon-well, let's just say very rarely-to find a human pleasure slave, surrounded by dozens of human bodies, even vampires in a bloody heap at her feet. The strange thing is, she remembered nothing of the sort, just being taunted and abused to the point to where she just... blacked out.
Strange, isn't it? When humans are said to be very weak against vampires; not having their inhuman abilities, senses, power, wealth, status, etc, etc. But she alone did just that. Since then, news about her spread like wild fire in the slave's quarters, the slaves being very distant from her. She didn't mind though. It was better that way.
Was she born a pleasure slave? No. All she did remember was that when she was at the young age of six, her parents were murdered and she was sold off into slavery.
Her reprieve was broken when she heard several other slaves nearby mutter to themselves about her.
"Hey... who's she? Someone new? A convict?" asked a short, brown-haired man.
A human woman with red hair shook her head. "No. Haven't you heard about her? Geez, maybe you're the newbie around here. Anyway, that woman there is a pleasure slave, named Anzu or something, anyway, don't know how many years she's served as one, but they say she's dangerous."
Another woman with mid-length, orange-hair spoke up. "'Dangerous?' Wait... You don't mean she's the one who..." she trailed off.
The red-haired woman nodded. "Yup. She's the one who killed dozens of vampires and humans all-together recently."
The man whistled. "Really? Wait, if she really did that, then shouldn't she be dead by now?"
The woman shrugged. "Dunno. But they outfitted her with that new and improved collar. Only special and aggressive ones wear those now. If you can look closely, you can see it."
"Is it that dangerous? It doesn't look special."
"Well, looks can be deceiving. And anyway, I don't know much about the new technology people are using now. Just be glad you ain't her."
And they stopped talking after that. Anzu just snorted softly, bringing her knees closer to her body. It didn't matter to her when they talked about her. In fact, she didn't care much for anything anymore. Just obey and do what you're told is how she knew it, and you would live a little while longer.
But what did they know? Nothing, so it would be wise to keep their mouths shut before they were ripped out. In a way, she felt strangely... superior to these people for some reason. A stranger inside of her that craved for blood and destruction, power and death. At times, she felt this stranger howl inside her to do something to escape, but she blocked it out being focused on the task at hand. After all, her situation couldn't get any worse than it is, much less, better. She was just a slave, so let's not go beyond that.
But then why did Fate planned on something else for her?
If looks could kill, then the vampire that continued to babble on and on would drop dead in front of Atem, and he wouldn't give a rat's ass about it. Atem sat on a leather chair, arms crossed, a finger tapping on his bicep impatiently. Finally, the vampire finally stopped talking and Atem told him the necessary things that needed to be said before stepping out the meeting room and being accompanied by his best friend, Jounouchi.
"Remind me again," Atem said through gritted teeth as they entered an elevator and it began descending to the first floor. "Why I had to deal with an idiotic fool like that?"
Jounouchi let out a small laugh. "Because it's business, Atem. Gotta deal with it. I know I have... several times. " He replied.
Atem began rubbing his temples, baring his teeth. "Mindless, idiotic, pathetic drones. If it wasn't for Kaiba and I, the system would be falling apart." The elevator stopped and the two vampires strode out of the building and into a sleek, black limo.
"Well that's true... Anyway, the next auction should be startin' soon. I hope you pick one dammit, 'cause if not, I'm going to have to be stuck with you again till the next auction after that."
Atem sighed. He spoke, "You only hang out with me because you're my friend, Jounouchi. Besides, I might just pick one for the hell of it... And for you to stop pestering me." He added.
"You're cold," the blonde vampire stated.
"I always have been."
A fly landed on her cheek but she shook it off. Anzu now sat in the corner of a cold stone dungeon; the black collar was attached to thick chains that reached through a gap on the other side where a guard would either use to pull her out.
The dungeon was behind a wall where an auction was soon to be held. Slaves who were in the dungeons were the ones that were still on the waiting list of what to do. Either be sold off or still do service to various men, and sometimes, women. In fact, she was the only one in the dungeon part. No one was in the other nine prisons. Just her while the other slaves were going to be showing off.
The brunette snorted. Good riddance. She was too tired; she hadn't even eaten anything yet. What more could she do?
Another fly landed on her cheek. She didn't swat it away.
Atem calmly stood in front of the stage with other vampires and high-ranking human males, scanning the slaves before him. He snorted in disgust. Neither of them fit his taste. Figures. He was always very picky of certain things. He couldn't help it.
A steward walked up to him with a sort of pathetic smile on his face. Atem smirked; he didn't bother to look at him.
"So, Lord Atem, have you decided on one yet?" he asked, voice rather high.
Atem let out another snort. "Do you think I have chosen yet? None of these peasants fit. I don't like neither of them. I'd feel sorry for a fellow vampire to purchase lowlifes like these into their houses." He replied calmly, but coldly.
The steward sweat dropped at his words. He laughed a bit (trying to simmer down the growing hatred he was starting to feel), "I see..."
"And if this is the best you can do, then no, I haven't chosen." Atem turned away, not even waiting for a reply.
He took a few steps forward before he suddenly felt glued to the spot. He whirled his head around, trying to find the source of the presence that had stopped him. Something was calling to him, coaxing him in a way he felt like he couldn't push it away. He slowly turned back to the auction; the presence was coming from there.
Or more like, behind it.
He waved a hand to the steward who looked surprise at first but obeyed. He asked, "So, have you changed your mind, Lord Atem?"
There was a pause before the taller vampire spoke, "... Bring the other one out."
The blonde steward blinked stupidly for a bit. "W-What?" he asked.
Atem glared hard at the man making him cringe back in fear. "I said, bring the other slave out here. I know there is another in the back. Let me see the slave." He replied, voice low and dangerous.
"W-Well, sir... I don't think you would want---"
"I'll pay double price if you have the slave out now and I approve of it." Atem cut in. "Now, bring them out."
The steward looked paler than normal but complied with a bow. Motioning to a guard, he went to the back.
Atem smiled, a cold, brutal smile.
The sound of keys jingling against the lock woke her up. Cracking one eye open, she slowly turned her head to see the dungeon door open. She raised an eyebrow in interest before she felt something roughly tug at her neck, causing her to hit face first on the hard, stone cold floor.
The guard hissed, "Get up, wench, get up! You're actually getting out for a while. Lucky you, eh?"
Anzu said nothing, just stood up with her head slightly bowed, a bit of blood running down the corner of her lip. She felt another tug at her neck and she found herself trailing slowly behind the guard who tugged at the chain attached to the collar to hurry her up. She was led to another room, adjacent to where the other slaves were being shown.
Finally not wanting to wait any longer, the guard hissed angrily at her before pulling the chain very hard and the brunette fell on her knees painfully, grinding her teeth together to stop herself from letting out a small cry. She heard a pair of boots walk slowly up to her before stopping a few feet away. Anzu didn't bother to look at the person but something was probing the inside of her mind and she looked up into the cold, crimson eyes of Mutou Atem.
Having heard of him before, he was known very widely around the world being a very powerful vampire in terms of skills and business. He was also known for his looks-spiked up hair in three colors of gold bangs, black and red-violet edges, tanned skin, and a body that women craved to feel against theirs-he looked handsome, maybe even gorgeous! But that didn't hide the fact that he was arrogant, cold, brutal, and short-tempered. His nickname was the King of Games that to others didn't seem fit for a vampire of his stature, but nonetheless, they didn't inquire anything about it. He was dangerous too, she heard, and if people annoyed the King of Games had an odd way of disappearing.
She was actually grateful that he turned his head away to talk something low to the steward. Something about his eyes, his stare made her feel uneasy and the wild stranger inside her was growling like a rabid animal and was howling to get out but she blocked it when he began staring down at her again, his eyes roaming up and down her body.
The slightly interested look upon his face irked her a bit. Was he planning on actually buying her? Why, she wondered. Surely, he knew of what she had done. But she couldn't help but somehow feel that she wanted him to buy her.
Her looks were average, but maybe because of the dirt and raggedy clothes she was wearing was probably hiding the body of someone he might actually want to feel, touch, caress... Atem smirked slightly. Chocolate-colored hair and rather rare sapphire eyes, and soft looking cherry lips... Maybe he would buy her?
But there was also something about her that made him want her with him, something inside her that was calling out to him. He didn't know why. A human-much less, a woman pleasure slave-shouldn't have this kind of aura, this feel. This aura felt calm, tranquil, yet it also felt dangerous, and sadistic. What was it about her that made her so different from the others that he thought of were unworthy to slave away in someone else's home? And why was he responding to it?
'Only one way to find out...' he thought. He cocked his head to the steward and said,
"Her,"
The steward and the guard stared at him, shock written all over their faces. He simply kept that alluring smirk on his face before turning back to the brunette that was kneeling before her, staring at him through those beautiful sapphire eyes in confusion.
"B-But Lord Atem!" the steward called exasperated.
"Yes?" he asked softly, not bothering to look at him.
"She... She..." he cleared his throat, gaining some of his composure. "She is actually... not for sale."
"Excuse me?" asked Atem in an unnatural soft tone as he turned to the steward, a smirk on his face but failed to hide the dangerous look upon his face that made the steward take a step back. "What did you say?"
The tone in his voice was silky but held a threat that no one dared to go against made the other vampire step away. The steward spoke, trying to keep his voice from sounding too cracked, "She is... She is not f-for sale."
"And when, pray tell, did you plan on telling me this?" Atem asked.
The steward gulped noisily, feeling his chest tightening in fear. Now he was regretting to say that. "Well... L-Lord Atem, she is n-not for sale because... b-because of the crime s-she did..." he replied slowly.
That raised a thin eyebrow up in interest. "Oh? And what did she do? Hm?"
"She did... The crime she did... was that a few years back... she was found in a room, covered in bodies... human and vampires, my lord."
There was a pause of silence in the room. They were speaking in such low voices that Anzu could barely hear a bit of their conversation. Though, she could tell the steward was frightened of what the other vampire could do to him. But since Atem had his back to her, she couldn't see the deadly expression on his face.
"And... is this... piece of information... supposed to intimidate me?" Atem asked after a while.
The steward quickly shook his head. "N-No sir! I was just saying—"
"Then do keep your mouth shut before I have it ripped out, understand? I want to buy her and I won't accept any objections in my decision. So what if she killed dozens of humans and vampires? Does it matter to me? No, it doesn't. Besides, I've heard other things beside that," Atem spat the last word out. "And why have her here, anyway? You could've sent her off with another person, you know. 'Not for sale', you say? Would you say that to another client willing to buy her? Out of fear for their safety?"
Atem nodded, smiling a cold smile in seeing that the odds were tipped in his favor. "Thought so. Now, I-want-to-buy-her. Understand?"
The steward nodded slowly; suddenly feeling his head feel like lead. He motioned for the guard to have her move up but Atem stopped him. "Wait."
Now that she was standing upright, Atem got a good look of her body again. She was only a few inches below him but he found his crimson eyes wandering to her chest. Licking his lips seductively, he walked towards her.
Raising a hand to her cheek, he lightly stroked it; surprised to feel it was amazingly soft, despite what she must've gone through. This action surprised the guard and the steward and Anzu too, but the next action he did made their eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.
Putting the hand that had rested against her cheek, he put it under her chin before dipping down to press a soft, sweet kiss upon her lips. There were two sounds of gasps at the action. Anzu was frozen in place her mind was hijacked with shock. Even the wild stranger was frozen in disbelief.
After a while, he slowly drew apart from her lips, but not too far. Sensually, he licked the blood at the corner of her lips, it took everything he could to suppress a moan. Her blood was sweet and enticing, and he wanted more. But he restrained himself from doing just that, reminding himself that he would have plenty of time to do that. He finally drew away from her, before turning to the steward who had a shocked expression on his face.
"Clean her. And I don't want it too be too painful," he shot a dark look at the guard who jumped back a bit, clearly understanding what he meant. "When you're done, bring her to my friend, Jounouchi. He'll pay you the money."
The steward nodded before the guard led Atem's new treasure away. He followed soon after but left a clear message inside the steward's head.
((Deny me what I want and I'll make you live to regret it.))
This is not part of story. Just notes:
AN1: In this world, every country has a secondary capital to ensure that stability is still in effect of some thing happens to the first. I'll explain more on that later on. In other words, the first capital in Japan is Tokyo, while Domino City is secondary.
Whew! Well, I hoped you enjoyed that chapter. Flames are not welcome. Reviews are. Remember, more reviews equal a faster update! See ya guys!