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Bakura. There was a time when that name was feared. Hated. Wanted. He was a thief. He loved violence, blood and death. He despised everyone. They thought they had gotten rid of him when they sealed him in the millennium ring but he came back to terrorize the world once again. Used another's body to do his evil deeds causing nothing but pain and misery for the unlucky soul. So why of all places, did he go to heaven? Who let him in the holy place when he should surely go to hell?
An angel.
A small, brown haired angel with big blue eyes and silvery white wings had fallen in love with the thief. Why and how is unknown but what is known is that she took pity on his soul. She had been watching over his soul since the day of his birth and had seen all the hardships of his life and finally, she fell.
She would be happy as long as he was, even if he never grew to love her, she would love and care for him deeper than anyone had ever done before. A smile would make her heart race, though it was always a rarity. But she was content just to be near him, though her heart screamed in pain from the strain sometimes.
Now the name Bakura was a respected name for no one who was in heaven could really be a bad person. Could they? And would the snowy haired thief ever love his guardian angel?
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Random I know and I also know that it's incredibly short but hey ho.
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