2. Serving Servants (1/2)
title: of the darkness||chapter: serving servantscharacters: ryou, shou, camulachapters: 2-25||words: 1,081||total: 2,221genre: family, supernatural||rated: pg-13challenge: diversity writing challenge, ygo gx, j6, multi-chapter with 15-25 chaptersnotes: it's an au. it involves vampires.summary: shou invites his
other in after ryou returns from a long trip away. that is his first mistake. it only gets worse from there.
he genuinely wanted to hate the taste of blood as it slipped down his throat. unfortunately, that wasn't an option. the more he tasted, the more he wanted, and the more he took. a tiny part of him, cold and unemotional, whispered that it was better that he drained this old servant, surely due to die in a few years anyway, instead of someone else.
instead of shou.
ryou shoved his thoughts away from that idea and fed stronger on the servant, whose struggles grew weaker moment by moment. not that they'd been very strong to start with, and soon enough they faded altogether.
far too soon, at least according to the part of himself that drained the blood and loved every moment of it, there was nothing left of the servant but a bloodless husk. ryou drew in a stuttering, unnecessary
eath and rubbed at his mouth and face. an almost absent glance down showed him streaks of blood, ones that he cleaned up without a second thought.
he needed to get rid of the body. he needed to do it in such a way that no one would know what he'd done.
this is wrong. he'd killed before, mostly in battle, but this wasn't a fight at all. he'd sucked every ounce of blood from this man's body and he didn't feel anything about it other than mild annoyance than he had to deal with the aftermath.
regardless of what he felt or didn't feel, he did need to do something about this body. there would be too many questions if anyone else saw it.
the door swung open again and ryou's head snapped up, every muscle in his body taut and strained. in the doorway stood another servant, this one carrying a tray from which wafted several odors that would once have tempted his appetite beyond reason.
"m'lord, the young master sent these for you, he said to -" the words froze on his tongue at the sight of the proud heir to the marufuji family, wearing little besides a few beads of bathwater, holding a dead body in his arms. "m… m'lord?"
take his mind. make it yours.
ryou did not know where the voice came from and thinking about it for more than a second made his neck throb once more. instead, he caught the new servant's gaze and in a way he could not begin to describe, wrapped his will around the other's and crushed it.
"leave the food," ryou said as all the resistance flowed away. "take this and get rid of it. make certain no one sees you. if you have to wait until the rain stops, then keep the body out of sight until then. make up whatever excuses you need to, but keep my name and where you found it out of this completely."
the servant nodded, setting the tray of food on a nearby table, and then coming to take the body away. ryou did not relax until the door closed behind him. in all truth, he didn't think he relaxed then. he just didn't have a dead body or stray blood to worry about.
he finished up his bath and pulled on the dry clothes. the more time that passed, the less he let himself worry about what had happened. he'd done what he needed to do. he had to feed and what he could eat had changed. he hadn't done anything wrong. the servants were his – and shou's – to do with as they pleased anyway. the old man hadn't had more than a handful of years left in him, he hadn't had any living relatives that ryou knew about, and storms like this tended to leave him with colds that risked his life anyway.
he'd done nothing wrong. nothing at all.