A/N: My second Yu-Gi-Oh! fic, still be nice! ^^ Will be made into a two-shot if someone wants. ( Let me know if you want) Can be read as Darkshipping.
Sakura = cherry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! + I don't have any money = Don't sue me!
Fallen Angel
It was peaceful Sunday afternoon. Sun was shining, birds were chirping cheerfully and everything seemed quiet. Yami was heading towards a local park. He needed some time to sort out things in his head. A lot of things have been going on lately. Yami got a body. That was of course great, because now he didn't have to posses a body of a 16-year-old anymore. Downside of this was that Bakura and Marik got bodies too. And since they both really hated Yami and wanted, well kill him... Things tend to became a little complicated sometimes.
Park was a perfect place to relax, or sort one's thoughts. It was a quiet place, but beautiful. There was wide lawn for children to play in. Right now, there were few children playing soccer there, sometimes you could hear a laugh or a cheerful shout coming from that direction. Near the lawn was a small pond, inhabited by few ducks and small fishes. Beside the pond were group of sakura trees. It was spring so sakura blossoms were in full bloom, creating an astonishing sight.
Yami walked past the pond and towards the beautiful trees.
Someone was lying under one of the sakura tree. Yami became curious because figure seemed familiar. He walked closer. It was a male with white hair. At first Yami thought it was Ryou lying under that tree, but then he noticed the more mature look of the person. This was Bakura, Ryou's yami, and he was sound sleep.
Yami raised a questioning eyebrow. This was really rare, to see often angry and tense Tomb Robber so peaceful and relaxed, not to mention asleep, for Bakura never slept in the presence of other people, not even in the presence of Ryou, his hikari. After thinking for a while Yami sat next to Bakura crushing few fallen sakura blossoms on the way. Yami pulled his knees close to his chest, rested his chin on his knees and watched the steady breathing of Tomb Robber.
Bakura's normally blazing eyes were closed, chest was rising slowly and pale lips were slightly parted. He was wearing his usual attire, blue and white striped shirt and light blue jeans. The golden Millennium Ring was resting on his chest. Bakura's other hand was buried into the grass and the other rested on his chest, right beside his Ring. His long feather like white hair was sprawled all around, creating a sight almost not from this world.
Sakura blossoms had fallen all around Bakura, on his hair and clothes, creating an illusion of innocence.
His beauty was overwhelming.
While asleep Bakura was angelic, Yami thought, a fallen angel. Wings ripped off and torn to pieces. Fallen angel, no more capable of flying, still wanting to. Fallen angel, betrayed, left alone, abandoned by his own kind, closed in a cage that is life, hating, loathing it. Fallen angel, yearning for freedom.
Around Bakura and in the softness of his features could be seen an aura of sadness and grief. Sadness made him more beautiful, more fragile. Grief made him fair. It could never be seen when he was awake. While awake, the aura was always buried under hatred, disgust and greed, often possessed by thieves.
Now, lying on the bed of sakura blossoms was fair and beautiful creature, rarely shown to anyone.
Yami didn't know how long he just sat there and watched this angel, who was supposedly also his rival, but right now he didn't care. He forgot all his troubles as he watched the slow rising and falling of this sad creature's chest. He watched, as the sakura blossoms fell onto Bakura and onto the ground.
Suddenly Bakura's eyes flew open. Beauty was gone, and so was sadness. Softness of his features hardened and his eyes blazed. Fallen angel was hidden under hatred. Beauty was consumed by disgust. Grief was replaced with greed.
Bakura sat up, causing few sakura blossoms to fall from his hair. Piercing eyes were directed towards Yami.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Pharaoh?" Bakura growled.
"I'm thinking," Yami answered, eyes downcast, just a little disappointed.
Bakura tilted his head in confusion, eyes never leaving Yami.
"What are you thinking?" A question, almost curious one.
"I think you should sleep more often," Yami said truthfully.
Bakura stood up and gave Yami a scornful glare.
"So you could slice my throat?" he snarled, before he turned around and left.
All alone, still sitting under a sakura tree Yami smiled sadly.
'You'd probably be fairest in death, my angel,' he thought.