Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under A Silver Moon

Chapter 2

Ooo, Reveiws! Thank you so much to all that did *smiles*.

To answer a few questions about the vampires: They have feathered black wings that, when they're not in flight/ engaged in other strenuous activities, are folded loosely on the back with the tips resting at about hip hight. They are quite far apart and can be folded very tightly into the back so as not to be noticed under clothes but aren't retracted. Hope this helps :)

On with the story?

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A head of messy (and completely natural) platinum blonde hair was just visible from beneath a dark purple coloured duvet. The room was in complete silence, broken only by the quiet breathing from the figure in the bed and the steady ticking of the alarm clock on the bedside table. BRRR! The alarm went off violently immediately waking the blonde and causing the violet eyes to snap open. A growl escaped his lips as he reached for the clock and threw it against the wall. The clock let out a final feeble tick before dieing completely.

Malik smirked and slowly got out of the warm bed, pushing the covers off his slim but toned body. He raised his arms above his head, letting his long hair tumble down his beautifully tanned back as he looked at the ceiling. Muttering something about how it was completely stupid for school to start so early, he kicked his way through various clothes, DVDs, underwear and CDs that littered the floor. Malik shuffled into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.

Two violet eyes, filled with mischief, but not quite yet encircled with black kohl looked back. He inspected his body, which was made quite easy by the fact that Malik greatly disapproved of wearing anything to bed, before getting in to his spacious shower and turning the water temperature up to “very hot”.

Malik lived alone in Domino City, but had many friends to make up for it. His mother had died before she could give him any siblings, and his father was always away, barely acknowledging his existence, except for the odd birthday card and visits at Christmas. He worked in Hong Kong and Shanghai- this, apparently, was where all the “new money” was to be found. All the same, Malik enjoyed living in his own apartment, with the regular bundles of money usually more than enough to keep him going. Soon he was out of the shower, dressed, and after eating a very substantial breakfast (others often wandered how Malik could eat so much yet stay so slim), wandering down the road to school, his still untidy hair blowing in the breeze.

Around the time Malik’s alarm had reached its untimely end, an innocent looking white-haired boy had just stepped into his pristine school uniform. Intense chocolate coloured eyes skimmed over a purpling bruise on his side marring his flawless white skin. Ryou swiftly pulled his shirt down to cover the mark. He glanced around his tidy room and ruffled his hair just slightly; after all, he didn’t want to look completely angelic.

As he packed his books into his school bag, his thoughts drifted to a certain sandy-haired boy. Ryou remembered when they first met: he was being bullied at school, probably because of his unusual looks, though he didn’t really remember the reason, there were too many. Malik had stepped in to defend him. Malik had yelled at the bullies and punched one of them, causing them to quickly disperse. A tanned hand had reached out to a milky white one and pulled him off the ground where he had been roughly shoved.

“Hey, I’m new here,” Malik had said, “I was wandering if you could show me to the office?” As Ryou’s brown eyes met violet ones, he almost gasped at how good looking Malik was.

“I-I Um, yes, of course, I’ll show you where it is.” He managed to get out.

“Thanks! I’ll definitely need to know where it is – I’ll probably be sent there enough.”

With a mischievous smirk, that Ryou immediately liked, he tugged on his new friend’s hand to get him moving. Ryou quickly drew his hand away and started trotting off in the direction of the school office.

The two 17 year olds were definitely the most unlikely best friends, but with Ryou’s innocence and Malik’s troublesome nature, you could say they balanced each other out perfectly. Ever since that day, Ryou had had feelings for the outgoing blonde but he would never dream of telling Malik as he presumed he wouldn’t want anything except friendship from him. Unfortunately, the bulling hadn’t stopped, and the gang seemed to know when Ryou wasn’t going to be with Malik and preyed on him then. His milky skin was always awash with bruises, but due to the long sleeves and trousers of the uniform and the tracksuits worn in gym, Malik had no idea, and Ryou was too scared to tell him and the bullies careful enough not to harm his face.

Ryou wandered down the road to the school that both he and Malik attended. He had left the house empty, which was usual; his parents were dead and his guardians – his aunt and uncle, who were responsible for sending food and money to Ryou – lived on the other side of town and never saw him.

He knew he had a longer way to walk than Malik but they usually arrived at the school gates at about the same time, unless Malik was late, which was quite often. As he walked in through the gates, a flash of sandy hair leapt out and pounced on the unsuspecting boy. “RYOU!!” Malik yelled,

“Hey Malik,” Ryou giggled cutely,

“How long has it beeen?!” Malik whined, playfully looking his best friend up and down.

“Since Saturday, silly.” He replied

“Too long. Too long.” Malik said shaking his head in mock seriousness.

Ryou regarded his friend, everything was the same about him, from his perfectly kohl-outlined eyes, down to his not-quite-tucked-in shirt. And he was still very good looking.

At that moment, a tri-coloured haired boy ran up to them, followed closely by a blonde boy and tall brunette girl. “Hey guys.” Ryou said politely as Yugi, slightly out of breath, smiled at the two.

“Hey Ryou, Malik. I’m so glad I found you! The weirdest thing happened to me last night.” Yugi said breathlessly

“Yes? What was it?” Replied Ryou

“I saw these vampires th-”

“But I told him it was stupid,” Joey suddenly cut in, “there are no such things as vampires! And all that stuff on the news about people with blood loss are just stupid drunks who get into fights and stab each other!”

“Let the shrimp speak.” Said Malik harshly, and no one ventured to mess with him, even though he was slim, Malik was the strongest of them all. Yugi cast a grateful glance at the blonde.

“Well, as I was saying, I was walking back from that animal shelter that I help out with, and suddenly these really big guys pushed me into an ally and, well, you know, wanted their way with me… If you get me?”

Ryou nodded with a serious expression on his face. He was the one in that group who knew best of all what it was like for people to push you around. Thankfully, he had never had the problem of someone wanting to take his innocence by force.

“Anyway, just as I was backing up against the wall,” Yugi continued, “These two black shapes fell from the sky, and I don’t know if it was shadows or not, but they looked as if they had wings. They then hit the guys and knocked them out and told me to go home. The thing is, Ryou and Malik, they looked exactly like you.”

There was an awkward silence in which Ryou and Malik exchanged confused glances.

“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about!” piped up Anzu.

“Wait a sec, Yugi,” Malik said, ignoring Anzu. Well, she had never been his favorite person. “You’re saying that there are two vampires out there that look like me and my best friend here?”

With this his face cracked into a smirk and he wound his arm around Ryou’s waist. Ryou knew he was just being friendly and tried not to tense up too much at the feeling of being so close to the person he admired the most.

“That’s the coolest thing I’ve heard all week!” Malik exclaimed, looking down at Ryou, “Eh, Ry?”

“Well, I’d rather stay away from them, being vampires and all.” Ryou stated, looking at Malik nervously.

At that moment, the school bell decided to ring, signaling the beginning of the school day and separating Yugi, Joey and Anzu from Ryou and Malik. Although they were in the same year, and were all friends, they were in different classes. Malik was very happy about that as, although he got along with Ryou’s friends, he preferred being with Ryou as he never got bored of him.

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“Seriously, though Ryou, vampires that look like us? Imagine you all sexified… and me all sexified… It would just be so cool to meet them.” Malik and Ryou were in chemistry together.

Malik was swinging back on the stools with his safety glasses on top of his head and white lab coat completely open. Ryou looked at him over the hydrochloric acid he was measuring out.

“And why would you want to meet another you all “seixfied”? and what’s wrong with me anyway?” Ryou said with a Malik-like mischievous smirk. Malik laughed,

“Ha ha! Ryou, I never tire of you! Just wouldn’t it be so great? I know, why don’t we go to the place Yugi said they were and try and find them?” Ryou almost knocked over the acid he was measuring out.

“Are you crazy?!” He managed

“Yep, you know it.”

“Erm, I think I’ll pass on that one”

“Oh well, I’ll just have to go without you.” But at Ryou’s extremely stern look, he added, “Jokes! Jokes.”

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After bidding his best friend farewell at the school gates, which included being bear hugged by the crazy blonde, Ryou trotted down the street on his way home, looking over his shoulder every 5 seconds watching out for the bullies. Not being attacked halfway home lulled Ryou into a false sense of security, so when he was surrounded it wasn’t until he walked into a large figure that he realized his misjudgment.

“Hey albino rat! Watch where you’re going!” Sneered the large leader of the group of bullies.

“I’m sorry it w-won’t happen again.” Ryou stuttered, trying to sidestep the boy. But here came the inevitable.

“Well, we’ll make sure it won’t happen again, won’t we?” Fumito said with a punch to Ryou’s gut that made him double up in agony.

Ryou looked up at his torturer with an expression of pleading.

“Please… Let me go?” He whimpered

His reply was in the form of a sharp blow to the ribs and a couple of punches to the stomach again. Fumito laughed at Ryou on the ground and nodded to his accomplices who hauled him up.

“Remember our deal, little rat. If you don’t tell your little over protective bastard Egyptian friend about our “meetings”, we don’t steal your money or take our knives to your ugly face. You know, you’re probably quite tight.” Fumito considered, looked Ryou up and down as his face paled considerably.

“Virgin?”

Ryou was too stunned to speak. Fumito delivered a sharp punch to Ryou’s jaw making his lip swell and bleed.

“Virgin!?” he repeated.

“Y-yes” Ryou said looking at the ground.

Fumito suddenly grabbed him by the front of his belt and dragged him towards him so he was face to face. Ryou whimpered, the blood finally breaking free from him lip and sliding down his pale jaw and neck.

“That just makes our deal a little more interesting” he said as he dug his fingers into Ryou’s sensitive skin under his belly button. “I’ll leave you to think about it.”

With that he shoved Ryou down again, and signaled to his cronies to leave with him. Reaching up to his bleeding lip, Ryou felt a tear slide from his eye. He could never tell Malik now, not with the new threat. He picked himself up, wincing from the pain, and limped back to his home to the awaiting hot shower.

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