Kura: Hello people. This is just a story that's been sitting in my head for months and months. I just needed to get it out on paper/Microsoft Word.
Summary: When Bakura, a member of Heaven' High Council, and Malik, a member of the High Council of Hell, meet sparks fly in a very unexpected way. But can their tainted love survive when contact between even the lowest ranking angels and demons is forbidden? Not a typical angel/demon story.
Pairing(s): Bakura(the yami)/Malik(the hikari)
Prologue
It is often said that not all men are created from the same mold. It may be a surprise to learn that this phrase applies to all creatures, both mortal and immortal. I, myself, am an excellent example of this. My name is Bakura and I am the High Seer of Heaven, a member of the High Council. Despite the fact that I am meant to be a role model for all angels, I am anything but normal.
If you were to ask a person what they thought angels were like, most would give the exact same description as any other mortal. Beautiful, kind, generous, pure, and several other equally agreeable adjectives. Although these words are fairly accurate when it comes to most angels, a small few are sometimes found to be very different. I am one of those select few. Many of my fellow angels feel that I can be rather disagreeable and I myself find it rather hard to remain in the company of anyone for more than a few minutes. When angels are meant to spread kindness and purity, my standoffish nature and sometimes outright rude attitude make the fact that I became an angel at all a complete mystery to even the most intelligent beings in Heaven. Being the High Seer doesn't help matters much either. The High Council is meant to represent the entire Angelic nation and my behavior towards others is anything but amicable.
Angels are meant to be kind, good natured, selfless, and pure, while I tend to be rather cold, calculating, egotistical, and a bit mean spirited. I am not even close to what an angel should be like. I don't give people advice or care about what's happening in Heaven. I hate social gatherings while all other angels thrive on being close to others. All in all, I am quite awful by angelic standards. I am made from a mold that is very different than the one from which all other angels are made. I can't say that I don't like being who I am, but I sometimes feel that my individuality will eventually be my downfall.
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The first rays of the sun shimmered softly upon the white marble citadel. The elegant tower spires seemed to pierce the sky, simultaneously casting shade on some of the many gardens and balconies that were littered throughout the massive marble structure. It was in one of these many gardens that a lithe, white-haired figure could be seen. The boy looked to be about seventeen and his deep brown eyes seemed to shine with the vitality and happiness that only youth can bring. His small smile grew into a broad grin at the sight of a large fountain at the center of the garden. On the edge of fountain another figure sat, back turned to the white-haired youth.
This new figure had sleek silver hair that reached the middle of his back. The slight spray of the fountain caused tiny droplets of water to cling to the man's already shining hair, causing it to glow with an ethereal light. The white-haired boy slowed his pace and quieted his steps, planning to surprise the other boy, only to have his plot foiled as a sly voice cut through the soft morning air.
"I know you're there, Ryou." This cause the boy called Ryou to stop all his attempts to be stealthy and continue forward at a normal pace.
"How did you know it was me? Actually, how did you know anyone was there at all? I'm positive I wasn't making a sound!" There was a quiet, almost sinister chuckle before the silver-haired man turned around, revealing a pair of narrow silver eyes, just slightly darker than his hair.
Bakura couldn't help but smirk at the baffled expression of his companion before replying. "To answer your first question, no one but you, Yami, or Dartz would ever willingly come towards me and only you would ever be foolish enough to actually try and sneak up on me. As for your second question, I have my ways…"
Ryou crossed his arm over his chest and let out a slight "hmph", attempting to glare and failing miserably. Bakura only chuckled again, prompting the white-haired boy to just give up. "Anyways, I came to make sure you were ready for the Creation meeting today. I know how much you loathe anything that has to do with the rest of the world but I also know that you know how important this is. Besides, if you don't go then Yami and me are going to take the blame and that is not going to happen. Again."
Bakura just rolled his eyes slightly at the other's over-the-top behavior before beginning to stand up. "Fine, fine. Don't get your wings in a bunch." Both men began to walk out of the gardens and into a long, well light corridor. The open windows that made up the entire left side of the hall allowed a soft breeze to rustle the loose white clothing that the two occupants wore. "Is his Majesty going to meet us at the meeting or his he making us hunt him down again?"
Ryou shook his head slightly at the obvious sarcasm in Bakura's tone. Yami and Bakura had a…complex friendship, which seemed to consist almost entirely of hurling insults at each other at incredibly high speeds. The strange thing was that if anyone else ever wronged either Bakura or Yami then the other was always quick to come to their defense, then as soon as the situation had been taken care of, the bickering would continue as if nothing had happened. After knowing the two for over three thousand years, Ryou had learned to ignore their little…quirks.
"He said he would meet us in the main hall. So I don't think we'll need to look for him."
Bakura glanced at the other boy for a moment before he made a response. "Good. He finally did something right for a change. But it doesn't really matter to me anyways."
Ryou could sense that this whole conversation was just some elaborate scheme to humiliate him in some way but his curiosity got the best of him. "Why's that?"
Bakura turned towards his companion and flashed his trademark smirk. "Because when I said 'us' I really meant 'you.' Someone as incredibly important as my self shouldn't spend his time looking for that fool. That's a job for someone like you." The last sentence was accompanied by an even bigger smirk.
For the second time that morning, Ryou made an attempt at glaring only to, yet again, failed. "What do you mean 'someone like me'? I'm on the High Council too, you know!" Ryou was, in fact, a member of Heaven's High council, as were Yami and Bakura. Despite the fact that they were very young, they were also very powerful. In Heaven, angels were not just chosen to serve on the High Council. It was their destiny. When a member of the High Council died, the lesser seers would immediately predict who was to take their place. The strange thing about the current High Council was that all four members were appointed no more than a year apart. It was rare for High council members to die at all, since they were usually the most powerful. The first new council member to be appointed was Dartz, who became the new Chairman of the Council of Heaven. He was considered the Voice of Heaven while his counterpart, the Chairman of the Council of Hell, was the Voice of Hell. The next to be appointed was Yami, who became the Judge of Heaven. His job was to enforce the Laws of Heaven and Hell. Bakura was assigned to the position of High Seer shortly after Yami became the Judge. The majority of the Council's decisions are based off the High Seer's visions. Ryou was known as the Caretaker and ensured that the mortals on Earth remained happy and was in charge of the distribution of good lucky. He was the last member to join the Council.
Bakura was more than willing to use this fact to his advantage. "You may be a member of the council but I was appointed before you. Therefore, I am superior."
Ryou was unable to make a retort because they had reached their destination, the Main Hall. There were several other angels in the Main Hall but it was easy to spot the one they were looking for. His tri-colored hair stood out even in the rather large crowd.
"Hey, Yami!" Ryou called happily, running towards the other angel and nearly tackling him. "Are you ready for the meeting?"
The other male could only sigh before replying. " As ready as I'll ever be. Not only are me meeting with all the entire Upper and Lower Councils, but we also have to meet up with those awful demons. You know how much I dislike meetings already and this one is bound to be the worst."
"It seems you and Bakura finally agree on something." Ryou gave a sly smile and looked at each of them in turn. Bakura and Yami hardly ever agreed on anything, even at Council meetings.
Bakura chose that the point to voice his own opinion. "On the contrary, Ryou. I think that having the demons there will make it better, not worse. They're bound to make things more interesting. Yami is just to worried about then to realize this."
"I'll have you know tha-" Yami began furiously, uncaring about the fact that this is exactly what Bakura wanted. Ryou, realizing that another argument was about to occur, tried to stop it before it got too far. Once Yami and Bakura got started, it could be hours before they stopped.
"Hurry it up guys. The meeting is going to start soon. We have to get going." The white-haired angel quickly spread his wings and jumping of the balcony. Once he was clear of the citadel, he began his course towards Earth, where the meeting was being held. He could only hope that the other two followed him. For once, luck was on his side. He could clearly see Bakura and Yami flying swiftly towards him trying to catch up. He decided to give them a run for their money and speed up, zooming towards the clearing in the distance, which was were the meeting was being held.
He was finally going to win against them, finally. The three of them had raced many times before and Ryou always seemed to lose. Even at other games, the other two always seemed to beat him. Bakura had an unnatural amount of luck, even for an angel, while Yami seemed to know the inner workings of every game they had ever played.
Just as Ryou was beginning to internally celebrate his inevitable victory, he felt a slight tug on his ankle, which caused his to cry out in fright, which in turn caused his to lose his focus, which then allowed a white and silver streak and a white and black streak to go rushing past him and into the clearing. The frightened angel immediately recognized the streaks as his two companions. 'Damn. And I almost won that time too.'
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Malik was bored. There was no point in denying it. It was made obvious by the dull look in his normally sparkling violet eyes and the fact that he didn't seem to be paying attention to the argument, which was beginning to turn violent, between his two companions.
"I'm telling you, cats shouldn't drink milk! It makes them sick!"
"Then why the hell do they like it so much? It must be okay if they likes it 'cause they would have to be totally idiots to love something that could make them sick!"
"Milk. Is. Bad. For. Cats. You. Moron!"
"No. It. Isn't!"
"Yes, it is!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Malik, will you please tell your demented ferret of a look-a-like to shut up!"
"Silly Kaiba. Malik's obviously not paying attention."
"Why don't you go and jump in the Fire Swamp, you inarticulate environmentalist?"
"…What did you just call me?" The question was so calm and soft yet it would have any mortal quaking in fear. Luckily, Kaiba was not mortal.
The blue-eyed demon sneered at his companion before replying. "I called you an inarticulate environmentalist, Marikku."
Violet-grey locked with sapphire blue in a heated glare, sparks nearly visible in the air. Marikku growled low in his throat before launching his own torrent of insults.
"You sir, are a kindly gentleman that any respectable young woman would love to marry. Her elderly parents would gladly shower you with gifts of flowers and lightly scented cologne that would keep you smelling sweet for years! Never have I met an individual as generous and benevolent as you. You're an ANGEL!"
Even Malik's head shot up at that particular offense. For any demon, there was no greater insult than being compared to an angel, which were so opposite from demons in nature that it was considered rude to even bring them up in civilized demonic conversation. The brunet that had just been so thoroughly slandered had his head tilted down, chestnut bangs shielding his eyes from view.
Kaiba's two companions waited in silence, searching for any sign that the other man was going to respond. Marikku had just noticed the slight trembling of the taller demon's shoulders before a fist connected with his face, causing him to land hard on the onyx colored floor.
Wiping the blood from his split lower lip, Marikku stood shakily, looking into Kaiba's deep blue eyes, which were gleaming sadistically.
"What the hell was that for?"
Kaiba let out a thoroughly exasperated sigh. "I keep thinking you can't get any dumber and then you go and say something like that. Really, Marikku, how do you come up with this stuff?"
The blond just huffed and crossed his arms in annoyance. All the while, Malik was watching quietly from the sidelines. Normally, this type of idiotic encounter would have amused him thoroughly but at the moment the violet-eyed demon was horribly bored of everything that had to do with Hell. Including the spats that regularly took place between his two associates. He was so bored in fact that he was actually looking forward to the Creation meeting that was occurring that same morning.
The Creation meeting was reserved for the High and Low Councils of Heaven and Hell and, though they didn't look it, Malik, Kaiba, and Marikku were three of the four members of Hell's High Council. The final member of the High Council was an older demon named Pegasus. Pegasus was the Chairman of the Council, the Voice of Hell. It was his duty to know everything that was currently going on in both Heaven and Hell, the same duty as the Voice of Heaven. He and the Chairman of Heaven's High Council both knew which angels and demons held which positions in the High and Low councils as well as how long they had reigned. To all other angels and demons, contact and the exchange of knowledge between races is strictly forbidden.
Because contact is so banned, Malik felt that the small encounter at the meeting would be able to provide him with at least a small bit of entertainment. With that thought firmly planted in his mind, the demon stood slowly, stretching in a very cat-like manner while simultaneously revealing his leathery black wings, and walked calmly out onto a balcony that connected to the dark room that he and his companions had been resting in. The demonic duo that he had left behind (and who were still arguing about something that was probably just as pointless as the affects milk could have on a cat) didn't even notice that he had left until he was already halfway to the location of the meeting.
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Kura: How do you all like it so far? I know it's not that great at the moment, but this was just an introduction chapter, just so I could sort of explain the hierarchy in Heaven and Hell and set up everything for the rest of the story. In fact, I'm sure it probably seemed rather boring. I hope you liked it anyways.
Next chapter: Demonic truth or dare (sort of but not really), Malik and Bakura meet, the purpose of the Creation meeting is explained, more info on the demons.
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