Teratos High: Demon Hunters

A/N: Alrighty boys and girls! We finally have another update for you! *grins* I do apologize sincerely for the delay on this. ZB had some muse issues with this one. But she finally worked them out, so here you go! Thank you again for all your lovely reviews and patience! And now…

On with the story!

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“The sales in the north division for the previous month were a bit on the low side,” Shadi flipped through a chart as he sat in a meeting. Hard eyes flicked up to the head of the north division. The chubby man was fidgeting in his chair underneath Shadi’s green gaze. The angel figured the human knew he was guilty of managing his team poorly. The angel leaned over the table towards him, “You better shape up or we’ll be making some cuts and changes in management.

A sudden heat on Shadi’s chest nearly startled the angel out of his seat and he schooled his face into a mask of indifference even as the slow burn turned into a scorching pain. “I believe that concludes the meeting.”

Shadi calmly reorganized the papers he had been looking at and put them away into his briefcase. He rose and pushed his chair in, dutifully ignoring the persistent burning. Even as he strolled into Isis’ office, he kept a neutral expression.

However, once her door closed, Shadi let it all out.

“Shit!” He swore uncharacteristically and tore open the buttons to his shirt. Shadi fumbled with a thick chain around his neck until he managed to take it off. On the bottom of the necklace hung a small oval mirror, no doubt the source of Shadi’s discomfort by the way he glared at it.

Isis looked up from her desk, an elegant eyebrow raised with amusement from her mate’s actions. Obviously she was unconcerned with this routine. It was apparently a regular occurrence.

Shadi glared into the depths of the mirror, “What is it you need that demands my attention so badly?” He asked it harshly.

Most would be disturbed to see Shadi yelling questions into the surface of the mirror and expecting answers no less. However, as Shadi was not an average human, that meant his trinkets were far from average as well.

The voice of Mahaado drifted up from the surface, dry and sarcastic to answer his brother’s question. “Nice to see you too brother. May I remind you that thus far you are oh-for-two concerning pleasant greetings.”

“Get to the point Mahaado, I had to call off a meeting halfway through to treat a third-degree burn,” Shadi growled impatiently, running a tan hand over his eyes. He was a little sore about the burn, but it was how the mirrors worked so he couldn’t his frustration out on his brother. At least not completely.

The mirrors were a way for Mahaado and Shadi to communicate with one another throughout dimensions. It’s how they stayed aware of each other’s well being without having to be in the same plane, being as Mahaado never lingered in one place for long this came in handy.

“Rub some dirt on it, you’ll be fine,” Mahaado replied, somewhat crossly, “I finished the project you asked.”

“Already?” Shadi demanded, unable to believe his brother had finished combing through Hell so quickly. He heaved a mental groan as he realized just silly it had been to send a Tracker Angel on a journey to track deceased spirits. Wonderful. Now Shadi would have to find another wild goose chase to send his brother on to keep him out of the loop a bit longer.

Regardless, he was interested in what information Mahaado had gleaned. Shadi already had his suspicions, but he didn’t want to acknowledge them.

Because if they were true, then Yami...

“Well get on with it,” Shadi looked into the surface of the mirror, Mahaado’s dark purple eye reflecting back towards him, “What’d you find out?”

Mahaado paused for a moment before a telling sigh left his mouth. Shadi felt his heart plummet to his feet as his suspicions were confirmed. He didn’t even need Mahaado to explain.

“The ones we killed were the Demon Hunters from eighteen years ago,” Mahaado muttered, “We eradicated their entire race. Every man, woman and child was not spared.” He closed his eyes, “I still don’t see why you want to rehash this...”

“Please Mahaado,” Shadi asked softly. The Guardian was faintly aware of Isis coming up behind him to set her gentle hands on his shoulders. He found strength in the comforting embrace of his mate.

Mahaado sighed, “There were no Demon Hunters in Hell. Not a damn one.”

“What about Heaven?” Shadi asked, desperate for any rope to grasp.

Mahaado let out a bitter bark of a laugh, “Heaven? You can’t be serious Shadi. You know as well as I do that a Demon Hunter could never make it into the golden gates of Heaven.”

“It was worth asking,” Shadi said firmly.

Mahaado shook his head before making a sound of frustration, “They have no souls Shadi! You know this truth as well as I do. It was part of the reason why Demon Hunters hated demons so damn much.”

“I know,” Shadi murmured, “The demon blood which courses through their human body eliminates the need for a soul. A mortal body with ethereal blood cannot ascend to paradise.”

Having no soul meant one could not exist beyond a mortal life. Demon Hunters could not turn into an angel or demon. Once they died, they stopped existing all together, as if they never were there to begin with. Death was death. There wasn’t even so much as a shade left of their aura once they departed.

Demons on the other hand had souls. Even pure bred demons with black and twisted hearts had souls. Ripped and shredded, but souls nonetheless.

“The Demon Hunters thought it was an injustice,” Mahaado said softly, “How could foul creatures like demons have the right to a soul, while they, trapped in a human body and judged by their peers had no chance for paradise in exchange for their good deeds.” He shot Isis an apologetic look. The vampire shrugged it off.

“On top of that, the bloodlust from their demonic blood stood a very real chance of driving them insane. A mortal was never meant to have demonic blood,” Isis murmured from beside Shadi, finally choosing to jump into the conversation, “Which made them hate demons all the more. Our blood is what cursed them with a dead life, filled only with insanity.”

“It was awful,” Isis continued softly, her blue eyes closing with grief, “Demon Hunters could withstand all kinds of physical and mental torture without shattering them. All because they were missing a soul.”

“The darker a person’s soul becomes, the closer they are to breaking and becoming a demon,” Mahaado muttered, “Demon Hunters couldn’t break because they didn’t have a soul, it made them resilient bastards.”

Isis buried her face into Shadi’s shoulder and her fingers curled against his jacket. The Guardian knew her thoughts were on their adoptive son. Yami, who had been able to withstand almost eighteen years of torture at the hands of foster families that had abused him. He had never once broke.

Shadi gently stroked his fingers through Isis’ thick hair, he pressed a kiss against her temple and sighed deeply, “They weren’t particularly fond of Angels either if I recall, but they’d never raise a hand against us. They thought they were doing God’s work by hunting down demons.”

“Besides, the magic they used was of a holy variety given to the humans’ centuries ago by angels,” Mahaado pondered, thinking back to the time of Atemu, “It wouldn’t have worked well against us anyway.”

“You have a point there brother,” Shadi said with dry humor, “Thank you for looking.”

They really had eradicated the Hunters from existence altogether...

“No problem Shadi,” Mahaado looked at his brother through the mirror, “Anything else you need me for?”

Shadi thought quickly and he looked over at Mahaado with a sharp nod, “Yes actually, but you won’t like it.”

Mahaado groaned, “Why am I not surprised?”

“I need you to go to Heaven and look in the archives for two names,” Shadi said, ignoring the hard glare his brother was giving him. He was making this up on the spot, after all he needed Mahaado preoccupied enough not to come poking around. Isis smothered a snigger unhelpfully by Shadi’s side, “I know you don’t go up there anymore, but I really need this favor.”

“Fine,” Mahaado growled reluctantly, “But this is the last goose chase you send me on for the next hundred years.”

“Of course,” Shadi agreed readily enough.

“What are the names?” A glare.

Shadi looked over at desperately Isis for help and she shook her head quickly, signaling she didn’t have the slightest clue.

“Deborah and Jonathan, they died in 1930,” Shadi said quickly, “They were married to one another.”

“Alright,” Mahaado said with a shrug of his shoulders. There was a distinctly sour look on his face as he was clearly not looking forward to searching in the archives. Or going up to Heaven.

Shadi figured that would keep Mahaado occupied for at least twenty years.

His brother was going to kill him.

Again.

--::--

“Today and Tomorrow we will take a break from the usual class demonstration and move onto Demon, Divine, and Mortal classification.” He turned to address the rest of the class, “Please turn into your books to page 32.

“‘Throughout the years, many demons and angels evolved into several classes and sub-categories. Depending on where one was born, and by whom, their traits were carried throughout history. In this chapter you will learn many of the demonic categories of Dwarves, and since our knowledge is still incomplete, be aware that knowledge is constantly shifting.

“Which means this guy doesn’t have a damn clue what he’s talkin’ about,” Joey hissed to his two clansmen. Yami couldn’t help a slight smirk at the werewolf’s comment, while Yugi was forced to smother his laughter behind his book.

Dr. Vulmer shot him an evil look in hopes to quiet their group before continuing.

“The main classification is a ‘Dwarf.’ They are a proud race which dwells deep underground in tunnels and often in mountainous regions.” Dr. Vulmer pointed to his black board, where a dwarf was drawn on it, “They are closely related to Gnomes, but do not take kindly to being mistaken as one.

“Although they are often found in tunnels and dirt, they can also be sighted under bridges. They will often require a toll to cross, and unlike trolls who request the same thing, they do not eat their victims. Dwarves are very friendly and are fiercely loyal.”

Yugi grinned and patted Joey on the head, “Are you sure you’re a werewolf?”

“Shut up...”

“Now baby bloomers are the rarest type of Dwarves, were formed originally by a mutation found in the children of Dwarves born on the day of the full moon,” He flourished a clear hand and the lights lowered. The over head projector descended and the first slide clicked into place.

“Now dwarves breed once every oh, say, twenty years,” Dr. Vulmer gave a so-so gesture and continued, “The pregnancy process lasts for fifty years, so as you can probably imagine, it would be incredibly difficult to produce a bloomer baby.

“Now unlike most dwarves, bloomers grow to reach the average height of a human, however during the extent of their lives they are trapped in a small baby form for roughly fifty years where they develop their mind. Once reaching a mature age they’re locked in the body of a twenty five year old and are deemed to truly be immortal.

Dr. Vulmer stopped and turned to the class, “Unlike real dwarves though –who are descendents distantly related to humans, Bloomers push away their mortal heritage, yet absorb only the evil traits of mankind.” He shot an apologetic look at Yami, “They are mean spirited and evil. In a bloomers childhood, they dislike animals, often torturing them to death. That is one of the very few ways one can tell the difference between a human child and a Bloomer Baby.

“Nothing like most dwarves, Bloomers cannot be won over with jewels and trinkets. And on the off chance you should ever meet them, bow to them slowly, never removing eye contact, and I suggest you promptly run away.”

The ghostly teacher looked at the class for a long moment, pausing in his lecture to allow the students to jot down a few notes in their binders. He nodded to himself once he saw the final pen drop to the desk, “The category of dwarves stretches past the Baby Bloomers onto the Rogue Dwarves, the Dark Dwarves, and the Pebble Dwarves. We’ll be talking about the last one in this class, since it directly ties in with our next subject we’ll be visiting in our unit of our beginning history of the Great War.”

Deciding he had enough fill of demonic lore to last a life time, Yami decided to spare himself the nausea of learning about bloodthirsty dwarves and immersed himself in his book. It would already be difficult enough to have lunch. Yami flipped lazily through his book until he landed on an oddly creased page. It looked as if someone had tried to hide the page from sight. The orphan wouldn’t have noticed it if not for his boredom.

He unfolded the page, looking curiously at the section he was in.

Humans.

His breath caught in his throat, and Yami shook his head to dislodge his stirred thoughts. The chapter was no more than two pages long, and it hardly went into depth. Yet it was strange to see his species classified. Yami frowned when his hand caught a small corner of a page which had been bent into the spine. Someone had folded a page so closely to the book, it seemed as though a person tried to hide the paper from view.

A flare of intuition coursed through Yami and he snagged Yugi’s book, ignoring how the incubus hissed in protest of the theft. He flipped over to the corresponding page and found that Yugi was missing the page.

Interested, Yami shoved the book back at Yugi and stole Joey’s book. He found that the page had been similarly torn out.

He returned the book to the befuddled demon and turned back to his.

Strange. Had someone wanted to hide this page from sight?

With curiosity getting the better of him, Yami flattened the page flush against the book. The image of Atemu stared up at him, red eyes blazing against the yellowed page. The orphan gasped at the unexpected picture and felt his thoughts whirl around in confusion. Under the title of Humans, a subcategory that had never been mentioned to him was emblazoned in blood red letters.

Demon hunters

What...?

Quietly, Yami looked at his two clansmen who were both absorbed in their note taking – or in Joey’s case, doodling in the margins of his paper. The human quietly ripped out the pages and stuffed them in his backpack, unnoticed by the class. Yugi however, seemed to spot that particular brand of heart wrenching vandalism out of the corner of his eye.

He turned to give Yami an irritable look, but the human merely batted his eyes to look as innocent as possible. Yugi jerked his head back towards Dr. Vulmer, as if telling Yami to pay attention to the lecture.

Reluctantly, Yami complied. His thoughts were still spinning from the find he had just made and he was in no hurry to pay attention to the ghosts’ lesson. Unfortunately for Yami, Yugi was keeping a razor sharp eye on him, so the human had no choice but to slouch in his chair and listen to the teacher.

Albeit grumpily, but he’d listen to him nonetheless.

“Since the time of Fantasia, the Chimera had always been a part of the elite who served only the best and most powerful of demons. As we learned yesterday, Akefia, one of the rare white-haired Chimera was in charge of planning the offensive strategies for the Great War. He was also one of Fantasia’s most trusted advisors.” Dr. Vulmer announced to the class, recapping the previous lesson, “As was the werewolf Katsuya, who was capable of manipulating his powers through the earth.”

Yami looked over at Joey and dropped his voice in a whisper, “What’s so great about having white-hair? Bakura’s a Chimera.”

Joey rolled his eyes at the question and looked over at Yami with a wolfish grin, “That’s because Bakura’s the only Chimera with white hair. He’s actually a direct descendent of Akefia, and he’s the first to have the white hair since. The color of Chimera’s fur and hair represent the hottest type of fire they can control.”

“So how hot is white fire?” Yami asked curiously. He knew how hot regular fire was, but didn’t know what was so impressive about the white flames Bakura could supposedly control.

Yugi broke in with a low whisper, “Imagine being fired into the sun, and then imagine being fired into it again. That might be equivalent to the fires Bakura can summon.”

Realization dawned over Yami’s face and he quickly fell silent. Bakura could summon fire that was as hot as the sun itself?

Yami had to admit that was mildly impressive.

Dr. Vulmer’s voice called their attention back to the front and the ghost continued with his lecture, “Now thanks to the treaty of peace King Atemu and Queen Fantasia drew up, both Akefia and Katsuya were worried about the humans breaking the treaty and staging an attack. Thus they both suggested to the Queen that the human King stay with them during the duration of the first year of peace. It would force the human’s compliance during the temporary peace.

“Atemu had agreed to these conditions despite being advised against it. He stayed here, at Teratos Castle under the supervision of Katsuya,” Dr. Vulmer finished his recap and turned to the class. “There was a brief attack on the castle by a few humans, but the crisis was averted by Atemu and Katsuya working together to banish them. At the time humans were capable of casting magic, and the type of magic Atemu and his line possessed was very dark and unstable.”

The class could only blink at the ghost in surprise and Yami found his hand rising out of morbid curiosity than anything else, “Sir, what do you mean ‘dark magic’?” He questioned. Yami had been under the impression that humans had been soft and squishy creatures from the get go.

Dr. Vulmer frowned at the question and considered it, “A long time ago, demons only used humans as food and a source of pleasure. They were weak, frail creatures and at the time couldn’t multiply like rabbits.” He shrugged, “The humans were in danger of being completely eradicated, so the angels were forced to give the gift of holy magic to the humans, just so they could defend themselves.

“This lasted well until Atemu’s time.” He nodded, “But now, as humans are no longer in danger of being destroyed by demons, they don’t believe in us and therefore no longer need the help of magic for protection.”

Yami frowned, “Right... but that doesn’t answer my question.” He growled impatiently, “If the angels gave this ‘holy’ magic to humans, why was Atemu’s power so dark?”

Dr. Vulmer gave Yami a sour look, “If the young and restless would stop interrupting, I was getting to that part.”

“Now, the angels wouldn’t give up magic for free, but the humans had nothing to give,” the doctor nodded to himself, “So they cut the humans a deal. They would give the humans the magic of balance. The elements that counteract one another fire and ice, wind and earth, love and hate; and so on.

“However the most important of these magics was the double-sided coin, darkness and light,” Vulmer turned to look at the silent class with amusement. Obviously he had never seen his class so enraptured by his teachings before, “The angels made the strongest human male of their tribe carry the magic of darkness. He would have to pass the magic throughout his family tree forever while the magic of light would be kept safely locked away in a book that he alone would guard.

“No one aside from him and his children could control this darkness, it was written in the purity and strength of their bloodline,” Dr. Vulmer nodded to himself, “Which is why that line was elected to be the rulers of the humans, Atemu was one of his descendents and thus wielded the great darkness.”

“Eventually the family tree died out and the book containing the magic of light was lost,” Dr. Vulmer shrugged, “However, both these elements still exist to this day, because without the darkness or the light, we would forever be doomed to a world of chaos.”

Yami blinked numbly as those opaque eyes pinned him down critically. That had been more than what he asked about. Much more. He broke the ghost’s gaze and turned his head back down towards the open book in front of him.

Taking that as a signal to start class again, Dr. Vulmer clapped his hands together, effectively dispelling the tense atmosphere which had gathered, “Now we’ll be taking a moment to learn about Incubi and Succubi!”

Yugi let out a low groan before his forehead came into contact with his desk. Yami let out a low chuckle, a shit eating grin plastered across his face.

“Are you sure you still want me to pay attention?”

“Shut up.”

--::--

“If this class wasn’t required to graduate, I’d be skipping every single lecture” Yugi muttered after the carnage was finished. Yami let out a bark of laughter.

“I’d say ‘I’ll kill Dr. Vulmer,’ if he weren’t... you know, already dead...” Yugi continued with a somewhat sheepish look. He scratched the back of his head.

“What about me?” Yami smirked over at the two demons, “Is this class required for me too? Could I skip it?”

“You better believe your tan ass it is,” Joey smirked back at him wickedly, “Because you couldn’t skip in Teratos to save your life! I doubt you could make it to the bathroom without someone knowing you’re MIA!”

Yami narrowed his eyes at the jibe and he glared over at the werewolf, “Is that a challenge mutt?”

Yugi snorted as they walked into the cafeteria, “Alright Joey, take it easy now. We don’t want to ruffle Yami’s feathers so soon in the day.”

The cafeteria like everything in Teratos was black. Yet unlike the rest of the school which emanated an aura filled with centauries of old monarchy, the cafeteria sparkled as though it were a freshly polished jewel on the crown of the 21th century. Fitted to meet the needs of hundreds of starving demons, the school staff decided to keep up with the human’s standards of feeding.

Cheap, affordable, and not necessarily clean.

The tables were long with a fake wooden texture painted on the surface; they looked as though they had been dropped directly from a regular high school —basic and reeking of decaying food. Yami wondered if the custodians cleaned the tables with the mops they used after cleaning off vomit from the floor like they had in his old school.

“How nostalgic,” Yami said grimly as he looked at the frightfully familiar surroundings.

The orphan preferred to skip off on lunch or just eat outside, but certain demons in his history class had a different idea. As soon as Yami stepped foot outside the classroom, he had been lifted by his arms by Joey the Werewolf, and lugged across the hallway at breakneck speed.

Yami had yet to be let down and at this point he had resigned himself to his fate of being carried. After all, he couldn’t possibly fight against a bullheaded werewolf. Joey would pay for this. Oh he most certainly would, Yami plotted through his humiliation.

Yugi ran to the teenagers, a light prance to his graceful lope. He laughed at Yami’s expression, who paused in his super secret evil planning long enough to glare at the Incubus.

“What’s so bad with eating lunch in the cafeteria?” Yugi asked innocently. The human rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know actually,” The blood began rushing to Yami’s head, “But this little voice in my head keeps telling me it’s a bad idea to eat in a lunch room with a bunch of hungry, carnivorous demons… Although I can’t possibly imagine why that would be.”

“Since when did you start listening to your survival instincts?” Yugi asked with genuine surprise.

“Shut up.” Yami grumbled reluctantly, “Can you let me down now? I won’t run like the hounds of hell were after my blood – even though they probably are.” He shot an upside down, apologetic glance at Joey, “No offense.”

“It’s cool.” Joey grinned and finally obliged with Yami’s request.

Yugi closed his hand over Yami’s, ignoring how the human’s startled gaze drifted towards him. “C’mon, I’ll show you which line you need to go to.” The incubus smiled brightly at the grumpy human.

Stumbling, Yami allowed Yugi to drag him away, leaving a smirking Joey in their wake.

--::--

Yami picked up a perfectly normal looking French fry. Yugi watched in amusement, “It isn’t a barbiturate you know,” he teased.

Yami rolled crimson eyes, “I would hope not, but you never know with this crazy school…”

Joey snorted into his cup, a wolfish grin on his face, “Yeah, we don’t need to see Yami tripping on any more illegally obtained drugs. The morphine was bad enough…”

“Hey! That was one time!” Yami protested and launched the fry he had been inspecting at the werewolf. Joey merely twisted his head and caught the projectile between two sharp fangs.

“Once is all it takes,” he said smugly.

The human ducked his head in his hands and groaned, “Why do I even try?”

“Because you’re a glutton for punishment and a ton of embarrassment,” Yugi patted him sympathetically on his back. Yami ignored the gesture and looked around blankly. He spotted Seto and Bakura walking quickly to the table. They seemed to be racing with one another, seeing who could reach the table first without running flat out.

Seto slid into place beside Joey, winning his silent race with the Chimera. He shot a triumphant smirk at Bakura who glared back at him with full hostility.

Yami frowned. The human distinctly remembered seeing Mariku enter the cafeteria with Seto and Bakura, after all it had been hard not to notice Bakura and Mariku kicking open the doors and marching in with a disgruntled Seto following behind. Now the vampire was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Mariku?” he asked curiously. It was rare to see Bakura without the insane vampire waiting on the wings.

“Outside enjoying the breeze after making an unnecessarily dramatic entrance,” Seto reached over to Yami’s plate and snatched up his carton of fruit punch, “It’s too easy to cheat on his diet when he’s in here.”

Then suddenly, without warning and ignoring Yami’s shout of protest, Seto opened the container and dumped the entire contents on Joey’s plate.

“Hey!” the werewolf and human exclaimed at the same time.

Seto rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, “You were finished with your food anyway,” the reaper pointed towards the red liquid swirling on Joey’s empty plate.

Congealed blood formed heavy lumps around the edges of Joey’s Styrofoam plate. Yami felt his stomach churn to think he had almost drunk that mess. He cringed and gave Yugi an irritated glare.

“I thought you said this was fruit punch!” Yami growled.

“Hey, mistakes have been made in the past,” Yugi protested as he poked the mess of blood with his fork. He crinkled his nose in disgust, “Ew... they let it go bad again.”

“Well, maybe Mariku wouldn’t cheat on some month old blood,” Seto rolled his eyes, “But it’s much too tempting to stay in the Cafeteria. If he were to get used to drinking human blood again...” He looked at the ceiling, “Well, there wouldn’t be any humans left. I can guarantee that.”

Yami shivered.

“But why does he go through the trouble?” He asked, relieved that Mariku had taken to a ‘non-human’ diet. Seto quirked an eyebrow, surprised that Yami would question the Vampires intentions. Bakura curled his hand into a fist and tucked it under his chin, doing a rather good impression of the Thinking Man.

“What do you mean ‘trouble’?” Bakura demanded. He began picking at his food which consisted mostly of raw meat, “Do you even know how many times he could have killed you by now? Mariku used to have some serious issues with his bloodlust, it used to be all I could to get him to drink from blood banks.”

Yami gestured at his hand where a crescent moon scar was painted white against his tan skin, “Really?” his eyes widened in mock shock, “I had absolutely no idea!” He put his opposite hand over it, cracking his knuckles. He knew Mariku could be very dangerous if given the chance.

And that had been an accident.

Yami scanned his hands with red eyes. Over the span of two weeks, both of his hands had been scarred by demons. The first one had been caused by a few humans trying to rape a boy, the second by Mariku. The latter of which was forgivable, but the former was not. The humans only served to prove Yami’s point that there were worse things in this world than things that went bump in the night.

True monsters.

The motion of Yami’s hands attracted Yugi’s attention, whose violet eyes were now glued onto Yami’s scars. The incubus tentatively reached out to run a pale finger across the thick scar on the human’s knuckles. Yami almost jumped at the gentle sensation across the sensitive skin.

The human felt the blood rush to his face, a spark of electricity running between them in the brief moment their skin touched. The human quickly pulled his hand away, quite literally shocked from the contact. It had caused a slow burn within him that Yami was all too familiar with. After all he had those... dreams about Yugi earlier. Yami quickly clamped down on his thoughts before they could travel in that direction.

Yugi slid his hand away from Yami, an injured expression flashed through his eyes for a moment. The human’s heart twisted in response and he lifted his ruby eyes to Yugi’s gaze, “But why give it up...?” He asked, never removing his gaze from Yugi.

The incubus opened his mouth in a speechless answer and his sooty eyelashes fluttered slightly under the intensity of Yami’s eyes.

“He fell in love with a human,” Joey interrupted. His honey colored eyes were trained on Yugi, a look of recognition dawning on his face, “He fell in love and vowed never to drink the blood of a human ever again...”

Yugi blushed and tore his away from Yami’s hypnotic gaze. Bakura was studying the expression on the human’s face, a small smirk hidden behind his folded hands. The wheels in the Chimera’s head were turning, all while a devious little plot began to crank in his head.

It seemed like their human had a little crush on their incubus and vice versa.

Interesting...

“Who’s the human?” Yami asked quickly, turning away from Yugi in an attempt to hide his burning face. He looked around the cafeteria to see if there was another mortal student wandering around.

Bakura shrugged noncommittally, “We don’t really know to tell the truth, but Yugi and I think it’s your little mortal friend Malik.”

Yami turned to stare blankly at Bakura, his jaw dropping open in disbelief. His thoughts ground to a halt as all logic flew out the window and everything turned upside down.

“What?!”

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