Me: uh.. hey everyone! It's um.. been a while ^^;

Bakura; yeah – two/three years. Where the hell have you been?! I bet no one even remembers you!

Me: I just stopped, ok?! It happens! But anyway, I'm 17 now, and a little better at writing – at least, grammar wise;; a lot's been going on, and I kind of, very regrettably, got out of Yugioh for a while.. but, I'm back into it, it was hard living without it~

Ryou: at least you're back, you were much happier when you wrote your fanfictions.

Me: yeah, my mom said that all the time . but at least I'm finally doing it again~.

Bakura: and I do believe this one's a yaoi fanficion of me and.. my hikari?

Me: mhmm, I wanted to try some tendershipping uwu and it's an AU, as well~

Bakura: oh, this should be good.

Ryou: indeed /sighs

Me: hey, I wanted to try something a little simple! I'm hoping I don't screw up somehow;;; buuuut anyway, I don't own Yugioh or it's characters, and never have~ oh and also, there's some cursing and other stuff! Nothing too inappropriate though, just small things like mentions of getting drunk and ditching school and.. yeah

Oh and also, this is RxB, MxYM and YYxY btw lol also might mention some other yaoi pairings, idk yet

His Angel, His Human.

Summary:

What happens when Bakura, a teenager rooming in an apartment with his friends Marik and Malik, struggling a bit to live, finds an angel out in the rain, unable to fly due to a broken wing? Why does the angel look like him? And why does he have a bit of a soft side for the innocent creature?

Chapter 1: The Broken Wing.

Somewhere far away.

The pale, white haired angel yelped as he dodged another attack from a dark angel who glared daggers at him, dark balls of misty fire emerging from his hands and being thrown right toward the angel who desperately tried to escape.

"It's pointless to run, you might as well surrender, you pathetic excuse for an angel!" ordered the dark angel as he followed after the white haired, doe-eyed angel. Dark wings ruffled in frustration as his words failed to even cause a small effect on the angel, and a sneer spread across evil lips.

The angel panted hard as he tried to escape each ball of mist, and was lucky to only get hit by small ones when he wasn't able to maneuver fast enough, then again, running on a cloud wasn't exactly easy, so he was lucky he was able to maneuver at all, really, but he managed. He didn't want to use his wings, since he knew the first thing the dark angel would target once in the air would be his wings. He didn't need that.

"I will not surrender!" he yelled as he struggled to keep running, and trying to dodge whatever balls of darkness he could. His lungs were on fire and his legs were in agony due to how hard it was to run, but he kept on – he had to escape, he had to alert someone and find help.

There was a strange sound from a few feet behind him – the sound alerting him the dark angel was getting closer. "Then you will perish." The dark angel said coldly, sending fear up the angel's spine, and then the evil being curled his hands and made a particularly large ball of mist, and shot it straight at the angels back.

Without having time to react, the ball hit him right in his right shoulder and he fell right onto the soft cloud, but although the landing was soft, the blow wasn't – the angel cried out as he fell, and once down, struggled to sit up and run again, but the pain in his shoulder was far too much.

"M-my..wing," he whimpered, and then he yelped when a hard foot suddenly stepped hard onto his back.

The angel managed to look up over his good shoulder a bit, and then winced as the dark shadow of the evil angel loomed over him, each word that came out of his mouth a hard sting. "This is your last chance, angel," he growled. "Surrender, or perish."

The angel managed a glare. "I w-will never surrender ... t-to you," he spoke, and the dark being sighed dramatically in response.

"Such a pity," and then there was a hard push, and dark mist shoving him down.

The angel screamed as he was surrounded by mist, and feeling the suddenly overwhelming feeling of falling overcame him, and he struggled to get free from the darkness – to take flight and fly back home, as far away from the underworld as possible.

But the darkness wouldn't let him escape, not until a few moments later.

The white haired angel gasped as he was released, and down below he saw not what he predicted to be the underworld, but.. a modern human city? And a large one at that.

He shook his head and then tried to flap his wings as he realized the city was coming closer by the second, but only cried out as the pain in his right wing became worse. He bit his lip and forced himself to spread his wings, trying to take it a little easier on his right one by mostly flapping with his left, but it only resulted in him flying crookedly, and more right then straight.

He didn't care, he maneuvered around so he was facing the clouds, and only saw the dark mist consuming the clouds, making them look dark and moisture-filled. The angel, wincing from the pain flying caused his wing, growled at the sight, and decided he'd have to wait for the clouds to clear, or until he came up with a plan, since he was too weak to fight against the darkness now.

He looked back, and flew down toward the city, soaring down and over and around tall buildings, trying to find a place he could hide and stay safe in case the dark angel decided to go looking for him.

He soon came upon a small, abandoned alleyway, and decided he'd rest there. He floated down and went to place his feet onto the ground, but his legs wobbled the moment he put his weight onto them, and he dropped to his knees within an instant.

He made a whimpering noise, and then crawled to the nearest wall and leaned against it, wincing harder as his body met the coldness. He took deep breathes to calm himself, his heart-shaped face rising toward the heavens, his right wing twitching a bit against the wall, but he tried to ignore the pain for the moment.

"Ra," he mumbled in a small, hoarse voice. "What am I going to do..?"


Somewhere Else.

The day was long, and utterly boring to a white haired, seventeen year old named Bakura Touzoku: for the first time in what seemed forever, his two roommates had been very quiet when he awoke, when usually they were either yelling at the tops of their lungs at the card game channel, yelling at each other about the game Duel Monster, or about themselves and their relationship. Of course, the dark brown eyed teen had been rather thankful for the peace and quiet, which was apparently caused by his roommates not getting much sleep the night before, but it was something he was used to listening to – it was part of his morning, despite it being annoying, and usually woke him up better then any strong coffee.

Of course, they'd been slightly grumpy, but Bakura ignored them, and went to school early out of boredom, which was something he DEFINITELY wasn't accustomed to doing: he hated school – especially his high school, and saw no point in him going. He didn't study, slept in every class he had, didn't participate in gym or projects, and due to this got the worst grades in the school, and was threatened to be expelled if he didn't keep his grades up. But of course, all he had to do was give Marik some of his school work, and a few dollars, and his grades would be slightly decent again.

But, despite his hatred for school, he hadn't thought of anywhere else to go, since the place he worked at didn't open 'till after school was over. He would have gone to the arcade or something, but he found little to no interest in it – today was just a weird day for him, he just wanted to get it over with so he could go back home and sleep.

Ditching wasn't even an option for him – not since he left his parents on the agreement he'd finish school. He secretly hated himself every day for making such a stupid deal, but at least he'd gotten away from his neglecting parents. After he turned eighteen – which was only a year away – he could be free to do what he wished.

But until his birthday, he just had to suffer.

He stayed at the school, just sitting around doing nothing, until it started. The classes seemed slower then usual to him, and it made him die a little inside. He'd constantly look at the clock, only to see that a mere minute had passed. This caused many mumbled curses from him.

Lunch was easier, since he finally got to speak with Marik and Malik – who went to the school as well – for whatever time they had.

"You look bored," Marik observed, an apple in his hand. Marik and Malik were almost identical, but had small differences, and weren't related: Marik was fairly tall, slightly muscular and a bit thin-built, with tan skin, a slightly heart shaped face – but not quite, slightly narrow lavender eyes, and blonde, nearly white, hair that reached a little below his shoulders, with banes reaching a little below his eyes. Malik was almost no different, except the fact that his body was more muscular, his face was narrower, as well as his eyes, and his hair stood up in many wild, spikey waves, and his banes were a little more wild as well. Other then that, and their voices, they were nearly twins appearance-wise, personality wise… not so much.

"I am," Bakura grumbled, glaring down at his food. Bakura was about their height, but far leaner, yet still pretty manly at the same time, pale, and he had a slightly narrow face with a little bit of a low jawline, framed by wild white locks that reached his shoulders, two particular pieces of hair sticking out – almost like demon wings, but could also be mistaken for bunny ears. His eyes were very narrow and dark brown, making them stand out against his white hair and pale skin.

The three wore the usual male domino high uniform: blue jacket, matching pants, white shirt, dark shoes. The regular.

Malik grabbed the apple out of Marik's hand, causing the blonde to yelp a bit and glare at him. Malik merely glared back at him, then took a bite of the apple. "Just ditch," he said to Bakura, his mouth full as he spoke. "I was thinking about ditching myself, maybe we can all go buy beer or something." He suggested.

Marik gave him look. "That's an awful idea,"

"Says you, the goody-two shoes."

Marik sighed heavily and just shook his head, then grabbed a sandwich out of his bag and begun eating it, leaning away when his boyfriend went to grab it.

"As appealing as that sounds, I'll pass," the white haired teen said, grabbing a fork and poking at whatever monstrosity his food was. "I have to stay in this hell-hole until next year, remember?"

Malik rolled his eyes. "So what? I doubt those shitheads would care if you skipped half of ONE DAY of school," he sneered, referring to Bakura's parents. "how would they even find out?"

"Just shut up," he said, looking up at the wild-haired blonde. "I'm not taking any risks on this, if I mess up even slightly, the whole deal is off. And the school has their number," he added, placing his fork down and crossing his arms.

Malik rolled his eyes again. "Ra, you're paranoid."

"Only in this situation," he stated in a growl-like voice.

"Whatever," was all the blonde said, then continued noming down his apple. "Be bored, I don't care."

Marik simply sighed again. "Maybe you wouldn't be so bored if you had someone," he murmured lowly, but Bakura caught it almost immediately.

"Excuse me?" he glared at Marik, causing Malik to sigh in irritation. "I don't need, or want, anyone, and they would only add to my already chaotic life." Being a minor out on his own, living with two loud, nosy weirdo's, trying to pay his part of the rent working at a lousy job that didn't pay enough for even a stick of gum, and having to plan his own future while taking care of everything else.

The blonde shrugged. "I was just saying. Hell, in my opinion, If you had a girlfriend or something, your life would actually be a little happier." He took another bite of his sandwich, chewed quickly, then swallowed. "Just imagine it, being able to call someone who likes you in a romantic way, being able to talk to them about anything and everything, and after your shift, you could go to their house and just relax." He grinned in almost a dream-like way at the thought. "Doesn't that at all appeal to you?"

Bakura stared. "No." he stated matter-of-factly. "It sounds horrifying," actually, it didn't sound THAT bad, but he'd never admit to such a thing.

Malik gave his boyfriend a weird look, then shook his head. "You need to stop reading those romance novels, you're turning into a hopeless romantic." He said, and didn't sound too pleased at the idea. "Those things are cliché, not real."

"Talking to someone and being comfortable with them, and loving them, isn't cliché." Marik remarked, his eyes narrowed. "Even that's better then just yelling at each other."

Malik cleared his throat, then grabbed part of Marik's sandwich and shoved it into his mouth so he wouldn't have to talk. Marik just sighed, rather used to Malik's behavior, and looked back at Bakura. "Really Bakura, it's actually rather sweet when it happens. It might not always be sweet," he glanced at Malik quickly. "but at least you'll have someone you love."

"Aww," Malik murmured sarcastically, then grabbed more of Marik's sandwich. "Hey, he might have a point, kitty, it's nice having someone whose lunch they don't mind you eating,"

Bakura glared. "I told you to stop calling me that."

"Too bad," the blonde said quickly as he went for more sandwich, but his boyfriend suddenly retaliated more and pushed him away. He merely glared slightly, then nommed on what sandwich he had.

Marik leaned so his back was facing Malik. "God, man, eat your own food!"

"No, yours is better."

The two quickly became distracted by each other as they argued about food and how Marik had made both their lunch, so the conversation of Bakura 'getting someone' was thankfully forgotten for the moment. Bakura simply went back to poking at his food, and then when the bell rang, he went to class, and tried to pay attention, with great failure since the subject was uninteresting, so instead he let himself think about what it would be like to actually 'have' someone.

He wondered if he would even be interested in anyone enough for such a thing, never before in his life had he really given romance any sort of thought until that day. What would the person be like? What would they think of HIM? What would they do together?

Embarrassed by his own thoughts, he shook it off with a shudder. He had no time for romance, nor did he need to daydream about such a pointless thing since it would never happen – he wasn't even that type of person, he preferred focusing on other things.

So he refused to think about it, and instead thought of how he was going to get to work after school. He thought about taking the bus, which was the fastest way, but remembered he only had enough money for one trip, and after working he just wanted to get home instead of walking. He couldn't walk the whole way to his work, though, since it was a bit far, so he'd have to take his shortcut again, then take the bus when it was time to leave. As per usual.

By the time school was over, it was raining heavily. Bakura just stood in the rain, holding his jacket over his head to protect himself from the rain, his bag hanging harshly on his shoulder, whilst other students left, laughing or gossiping as they passed him. He simply stared up at the sky, looking disgruntled and disappointed.

I hate my life, Bakura thought to himself, then began walking toward the sidewalk and in the direction his workplace was. He'd already said his goodbyes to Marik and Malik, who were probably going to walk to the arcade or something, and was now fully prepared for the rest of his day to be dedicated to his work at an old bike shop.

He took a deep breath, then vowed to stop watching the news, since they'd informed that today was going to be sunny. Had they said it would rain later today, he would've brought an umbrella, or perhaps another jacket, since he was now just wearing a t-shirt on his upper body, and it was freezing.

Shivering a bit, he managed to ignore it. He walked for a long while, then came up to his 'shortcut' alleyway, and started down it – only to pause at what he saw.

There was a patch of white against the dark stone walls of the alley – it was a person leaning against the wall, with.. wings. Giant white wings, hanging carelessly at either side of its thin form.

Puzzled, confused, his eyebrow rose, and he walked closer. "Um, hello?" he called out to the .. 'person' hesitantly. As he got closer, he took in more detail: the teen looked almost just like him – wet white hair, slightly dirty, and softer then his, and with paler skin, covered with bruises and small scratches here and there, wearing a very dirty, soaken white, rather short, sleeveless dress. The teens face was bowed, so he couldn't see his face.

Slight worry rose in him. "Hello?" he said more instantly, and then was close enough to where he could stand in front of him. Who was this boy, what happened to him? And why in the actual hell did he have wings?

He looked more closely, and saw that one of the wings was twitching softly. Was there something wrong with it?

He knelt down, and with one hand he let go of his jacket, causing it to lay on his head and shoulder, and reached out to grasp his shoulder, and shook him gently. "Hey, you awake?" he asked a bit loudly to help wake him.

The teen stirred, and Bakura quickly retracted his hand as the teens head rose. His face was smooth, heart-shaped, and he had wide, brown eyes. Bakura just stared, a little memorized, and slightly confused because he looked a little like him. But, he was different, his features softer. He was beautiful.

Wait.

What.

"Huh," the teen's voice was low, soft, as he looked at him tiredly, his eyes trying to focus. When they did, they immediately widened and the boy quickly pushed Bakura back, causing him to slam into the hard, wet ground, and stood with a cry, backing into the wall as though he could escape by going through it.

"Who are you?!" he shouted, trying not to wince at the pain that came from his wing due to standing so suddenly and disturbing it. "Get away from me!" he could have run, but he was frozen in fear. A HUMAN had seen him, had even TOUCHED him – he knew because he could still feel the tingles of it in his shoulder. This was bad, very, very bad.

"Whoa," Bakura said as he sat up, rubbing his head. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you, kid!" He shouted a little too harshly to be considered reassuring, then managed to stand, and realized they were nearly the same height, but the teen was shorter then him slightly.

The strange teen stared at him in almost horror, obviously very affected by Bakura's words, and was panting hard. So the taller teen held his hands up in surrender. "I come in peace, really." He said, calmer. "Who are you..?" he asked, glancing at his wings. Maybe he was a winged warrior of some type? But, no, he looked too soft for fighting battles – unless he was more then he seemed. But he doubted it due to the teens rather frightened-as-hell look. No warrior would be frightened.

"I-I.." he tried to breathe correctly, but couldn't manage it very well since he was panicking at the fact that a HUMAN WAS SEEING HIM! Angels weren't supposed to be seen by humans – hek, they usually weren't, angels were usually watching over people from Heaven, and even when they came down to earth, no one ever really noticed them, oddly enough, and when they did, they usually passed whatever evidence of it as a trick.

He stared, still unable to move, and panted even harder at the thought, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

Bakura's brows came to together. "Seriously, calm down." He took a step toward him, but a loud yelp caused him to jump two steps back. He stared at the teen cautiously, beginning to panic himself as the angelic teen in front of him began turning red. He didn't like the color on him, it made him look too off.

"G-go away," the teen managed, tears welling in his eyes as he begun taking in the man's looks: which were all so similar to his own. He assumed it was a trick by the evil being, that he'd somehow created an evil looking version of the angel and sent him to earth to drag him to the underworld, or perhaps worse.

Bakura pondered on that, but something inside wouldn't let him walk off. "Not until you tell me your name," he countered, keeping still so he wouldn't further frighten the poor, shaking creature.

The teen only stared, breathing fast, a tear rolling down his pale cheek as he stared back at him in fright. "G-go away." He repeated, his hands fisting in his dress.

"At least let me get you to a hospital," Bakura insisted, glancing at the bruises on the other. He wondered briefly how doctors would react to the wings, and if, by some chance, they'd be able to care for his seemingly twitchy one. "You look pretty banged up."

"No!" the teen snapped, then tried to take a deep breath and breathe correctly, but couldn't.

"Alright – alright!" he shouted, then regretted it as the teen cringed. He let out a frustrated breath. "Ok, what will convince you I'm not going to hurt you?" he asked seriously. "I'm not going to leave, so you might as well tell me."

The teen gave him a slightly confused look: didn't he know what he was there for? Surely a clone would, he doubted the dark angel would've been generous enough to provide such a being with a real personality and heart. Or maybe it was a trick? Or was he just a normal human, who oddly looked like him? If that was actually the case, it only made things worse.

And why did he want to stay? If he were human, wouldn't he be frightened, and run away? Or was he really a clone?

The angel put a hand on his chest, looking down suddenly, and tried for several moments to calm his breathing - that was the first thing he had to do before figuring everything out: calm down. Having a panic attack wasn't exactly his favorite thing in the world, and if he calmed down, he'd be able to focus long enough to 'feel' if the man were human or not. That is, if he kept to his word of not meaning harm onto the angel.

Bakura stood in silence, watching the teen as he struggled with his breathing, and after what seems forever, he finally got it a little under control – not much, but enough to where he wasn't turning red anymore.

Once he could barely hear his heart pounding in his ears anymore, the angel lifted his head and looked at Bakura warily. "My name is Ryou," the angel confessed. "What..what is your name?" he asked, looking him up and down. He was distracting the rather.. nicely looking, man a bit so he could feel what his essence was – a human, angels, dark angels, or demons were different from each other. Lighter, heavier, and had their own unique sense to them.

Bakura straightened a bit when he was looked over. "The name's Bakura Touzoku," he answered, raising an eyebrow when the teen stared at him, differently then before – like he was searching for something, or he was curious. Weird.

"I see," he said, and was – very slightly – relieved to discover he was human, his soul was light as a humans would naturally be. But there was something off about it – like It was being weighed down, which he found particularly strange. "P..pleasure to meet you," he said, trying to be a bit polite. "I.. I apologize for acting such a way, I um.. as you noticed, I have obviously been through a bit," he gestured to himself. He had to get away from this human as quick as possible – the sooner he was gone, the sooner he'd forget about him. If that were even possible for a human. "I-I thought you were an enemy of mine, but it would appear you are not." He said honestly. "You feel like a human."

Bakura blinked a few times, then nodded. "Um.. alright then," he commented, slightly weirded out by the teens words. "I'm assuming because you thought I wasn't, that means you aren't." he said, and wondered if that made any sense. Obviously the so called 'Ryou' wasn't human – he had wings, for Christ sake!

"Unfortunately," he fumbled with his dress a bit. "Though, you don't seem to be very affected by it, other then some confusion, I'm assuming." He said carefully, warily.

"You'd be assuming right," Bakura replied. "Just what exactly ARE you?" he asked finally, eyeing his wings. "An angel? Or some type of other being?"

Ryou lifted a hand and held up a finger. "The first one," he answered, then mentally scowled himself. He should be leaving by now, not conversing with a human – he had things to do.

"Ah," Bakura nodded. "I didn't realize things like you actually existed." He murmured.

End of Chapter 1.

Me: oh my god it's so shitty what am I doing /cries

Ryou: well.. it.. isn't THAT BA –

Bakura: yes it is. It's horrible.

Me: /crawls into emo corner

Ryou: um.. review please? And excuse any grammar mistakes with this chapter – it's late at the moment, and Rya's tired;;