The body slammed against the wall and fell into a small heap on the floor. The room was drentched in blood. The small form was lying, unmoving, in one corner. There wasn't much light, but everything was clear as day.
The body moaned from the floor. The menicing figure stood over it.
"You brought this upon yourself. If you had accepted us, it would be different," the figure told the body.
"I swear, I didn't mean to do that," the body reasoned.
"It doesn't matter what you meant. We will be together once you are dead."
"Why do you keep staring at me?"
"You remind me of an angel."
"What?"
"There was once this beautiful angel."
"Really?"
"Yes. You are very much like him."
"Who are you in this story?"
"The stupid demon that fell in love with an angel."
"Wanna know something else about the angel?"
"What?"
"He also loved the demon."
The figure looked toward the smaller form in the corner. A shining surface caught his eye.
Walking toward the small form, he picked up the object. "A knife? You used a knife on my tenshi?"
"I'm sorry," the broken body moaned.
"No, you're not. Not yet, at least."
"Are you ever going to tell him?"
"I want to. You know I do. But..."
"You prefer living?"
"Yea."
"Do you love me?"
"What? Of course I love you."
"Then you'll tell him?"
"When the time's right."
"Like?"
"After he's won in good mood."
"How do I know you'll keep your word?"
"I'll seal it with a kiss."
The larger figure pulled back the knife. The body released one more moan before crumpling down. His arm hurt, his back hurt, his head hurt, everything hurt.
The figure had returned to the corner where the smallest of the three lay. "We will be together," he promised before leaning down and placing a careful kiss on the form's lips.
"Ha! The look on his face was priceless."
"I know. Hey, I need to tell you something, something important."
"What?"
"A couple of weeks ago I..."
"What?"
"I feel in love."
"With?"
"Marik."
"What!"
"I-I'm sorry. I don't want to make you ang-"
"Why did you keep this from me?"
"I didn't want you to get angery and do something stupid."
"I won't do something as stupid as love that thing!"
"Bakura! Please don't-"
"Please," the broken body croaked.
"Good-bye, Bakura."
The figure slid the blade against Bakura's throat. He dropped the body and moved back the corner, knife still in hand.
He brushed some of the hair away from the small form's face. "I love you, Ryou, my tenshi."
Marik brought the knife up to his own throat.
"What have I done? What have I done? Gods, what have I done?"
"You killed him."
"Marik, Ra, I didn't intend to-"
"Shut up! I'm going to kill you for this!"
Marik blinked several times. There were no white lights, no godly forms, no nothing. There was only blankness that stretched on forever in every direction.
"Need a hand?" whispered a soft voice.
Marik took the hand and was pulled to his feet. He engulfed the male in a tight embrace.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"We're together, and that's all that matters," Ryou answered.
Marik smiled down at his angel and pulled him into a kiss.