Blood Prince

This is an early birthday gift for I know it is only a fast scetch it is my first time of drawing Ryou Bakura and the first time I tried to have so complicated background coloring but I hope you like it nevertheless my friend.

This is a picture I made for a crazy idea for a fanfiction after starting (and finishing) today the anime "Black Blood Brothers" also the other part of my inspiration was the anime "Vampire Knight" as probably you have guessed from the school uniform Yami Bakura is wearing. In this roles are a bit strange...
As you can see the one sitting on the armchair cross-legged and wearing the crimson and black cape is Ryou and not Yami Bakura. Ryou is wearing short pants because he is younger of age. His shoes were inspired by those Ciel Phantomhive from "Kuroshitsuji: The Black Buttler" was wearing. Below the title it says:

I cannot understand
how humans
are thinking....

The plot will remain a mystery till I decide to start working on it. Once again I am sorry for the bad analogies and the bad scetch and coloring... Please comment nevetheless...
Plus this devitation came just on time for Bakura's birthday

While I was drawing it I was listening to the Opening song of the anime "Another" www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBXauz…
and when I finished it I listened to "Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni" opening www.youtube.com/watch?v=9opZi6…


Story Starts Here:  Blood Prince 1
The snow was falling to the ground by the gray sky, lazily and airily. It was as if all colors have erased from the world. There was only white, black and gray. The snow had formed the soft, white layer over the forest. The tall, dark branches of the perennial firs looked like black shadows in the night while the sky was gray. It seemed like a pure world… However the pale moon that was hanging in the dead sky, eerily, painting the world in a macabre silver color was making a logical person think twice before making this statement. That night was a night of ghosts…a night of nightmares… Like it happens to all nightmares, no sound is allowed around you, so here too, even footsteps’ sounds were drowned in the white, silent carpet. Chilling wind was blowing around, making the fraught of snow tree branches moan.
Like it happens to all nightmares, no sound is allowed in here. The steps were drowned down the snow. A couple of men were running in absolute panic with