A/N: Here's chapter two, feel free to leave a comment on how this story is okay, good, bad, horribal, lacking details ect. It'd help me a lot. Also thanks for the reads :D
Joey tossed and turned, sweat drenching his skin and clothes, but he still couldn't wake up. He shivered when banging was heard on the other side of his door, causing his eyes to jerk open. He sighed, momentarily relived to have been woken up, but that faded just as quickly as it had come.
"Hey brat! Wake up! I need you to get me more beer!" His father shouted, the knocks nearly breaking the door off its hinges. Joey flinched before standing from his bed, the cold air sending another shiver up his spine.
Opening his door he came face to face with his father, a man that had once been kind to him, but was now reduced to a drunk and poor excuse of a man. Joey sighed, glancing at his clock, (and) frowning at the time.
"You want me to go get you beer at 2:24 in the morning?!" He demanded, his honey-brown eyes searching the face in front of him, stepping back when the man moved forward, hand lashing out. A low growl escaped his lips as he dodged back, then to the side, as if they were dancing. Joey had learned over the years that even when his dad was drunk he could still manage a good fight. (He) ducked just in time to avoid a knee aimed for his chest, but noticed something reflecting light for a second.
He couldn't a' found a knife… I hid 'em all so what…? Joey jumped back yelping slightly when the object that had caught his eye skimmed his left arm. His old man barked out laughter, barely able to stand on his two feet.
They continued this 'dance' until Joey's back hit the wall. Without realizing it Joey found his body shaking, fear nearly consuming him, the only thing keeping him moving was…what exactly?
He blinked his eyes remembering when he couldn't run, he remembered how scared (he was,) and like hell was he going to let his old man beat him again, he'd come too far to let it happen again. Warmth filled his body just like when Mrs. T read the passage in class, Joey couldn't explain it but he felt…protected and safe.
Shaking his head roughly Joey ducked and kneed his old man where it counts, taking the moment to run to his bed, finding the baseball bat he kept hidden under the mattress, Joey turned and raised it only to be tackled back onto the mattress he just stood from.
"Would you do it Joey? Would you hit your old man?" Joey felt like gagging, tears stung his eyes as his father wrestled him for the bat, neither willing to give, until a sudden pain in Joey's side made him release his grip.
Glancing down at his white T-shirt Joey saw red…. Glancing up his old man smirked, missing teeth visible even in the darkness, Joey closed his eyes tightly as he felt the bat raise into the air, and then….silence. Joey opened his eyes and held back the urge to cry out, his father stood before him, body frozen in what looked like ice; he blinked his eyes before a strange sensation filled his body.
He glanced back and gaped; he rolled his shoulders and found white wings, stretching them fully he noticed blue streaks covering the inner feathers as well as some of the outer ones, Joey shook his head wondering what this was about.
Beings of Light...One's that rivaled the Fallen…. The words echoed in Joey's mind as the wings vanished, he fell forward his eyes clouding as another wave of warmth hit him, peaceful darkness taking hold.
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Malik followed after his sister, Ishizu as she made her rounds at the museum, his limit of patience was about to break. His sister paused and eyed him closely, her blue eyes mirroring kindness and exhaustion, Malik opened his mouth to ask something but Ishizu beat him to it.
"If you wish to go home Malik, you can." Malik stared at his sister, neither backing down as silence filled the room they were in, yawning loudly Malik looked away from Ishizu, agitated.
"You asked me to come and help you so I did, but hey I get when I'm not wanted. I'll see you at home."
Before Ishizu could reply Malik was already out of the museum, anger visible in his lavender eyes.
Trailing his fingers through his hair Malik sighed, the chilly morning air sending small shivers up his spine; stuffing his hands in his pockets he continued walking. He wondered if his friends had felt the weird warm sensation he felt when Mrs. T read the passage, shrugging to himself Malik hummed softly, walking, the familiar streets passing by in a blur.
Reaching his apartment Malik paused, sensing that someone was watching him. He shrugged it off and entered the building. Their apartment was on the fourth floor so he had some stair-climbing to do.
Walking up the stairs he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that same sensation of unease sending prickles across the back on his neck. Picking up his pace Malik soon passed the second and third landing. Reaching the fourth he felt his muscles relax and warmth spread through his body, the sudden cough stopped him dead. He turned coming face to face with the woman who rented the apartment across from his and Ishizu's, he plastered a fake smile reaching his door.
"Did you know apartment 425 has a rumor to it?" Malik hid a gag at the woman's flirty tone; she always tried to flirt with him even when his sister was standing right beside him. Grabbing his keys and placing them in the keyhole Malik sighed in relief when he heard it click. He stopped dead when a hand snaked around his waist, his body stiffening when her breath tickled his neck, his eyes widening when her words drifted through his hazed mind.
"You know you could have anyone…and yet you're alone, you seem troubled… is there any way I can help?" Her words almost seemed innocent, but for the hand that snaked lower, and her tone dipping suggestively.
Malik spun around and pushed the woman away, his mind swimming with memories as the women shook herself and straightened, her black and silver hair falling into her face. Malik shook his head trying to clear the haze, his body shaking as flashes of his father passed through his mind; he felt his knees buckle as his apartment door opened landing him on his back, he yelped when the women suddenly appeared above him.
She smiled, tracing her fingers down his cheek as she knelt at his side, his very core ready to snap any second; Malik shut his eyes tears brimming his eyes as words filled his mind.
Other half…. Angels were to mate with Fallen to keep both their powers in check….
Malik felt her hand pause just above his hip, he waited but…nothing happened. Opening his eyes Malik found the woman still near him but a few inches away, her brown eyes wide with fear, glancing down at his body he found nothing wrong, sitting up he felt something shift when his shoulders moved. The women yelped and shot away from him as if he'd burned her, instantly standing Malik felt the weird things shift at his shoulder blades; he glanced back and yelped softly.
Wings, he stretched them out, finding they were white with a lavender lining the inner feathers, he shook himself before he found himself on the couch, his eyes clouding as warmth filled his body, chasing away the cold that had taken hold, peaceful darkness took hold as the clock struck four.
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Two figures rose from their beds, one with brown hair and ice-blue eyes, and the other with wild blonde hair and dark lavender eyes. Both boys walked toward the throne room, the tallest of the three smirked when he saw the young prince, the other laughed softly, the prince glanced over and smiled.
"It seems we're almost all here." Yami said with amusement in his voice, the tallest of the two rolled his eyes and unfurled his wings, black with ice-blue highlights, the wild-looking one laughed and stretched his wings, black with violet highlights.
"Nice to see you smiling Seto, Marik," Yami said standing and stretching his own wings out, black with crimson highlights, all three glanced at the still closed door, their last friend would be grumpy. Seto and Marik laughed as Yami impersonated their friends reaction. Marik giggling insanely as Yami continued, the only difference between their still sleeping friend and Yami was their hair, Yami's was spiky black with tinted tips the same color as his crimson eyes, and their friends was pure white and wild. Glancing outside all three watched the crimson moon –daytime never (came to this world)- and smiled as waves of warmth washed over them all, (and) the clock chimed five.
A/N: End of chapter two, I may post chapter three after this if I feel in the mood xD
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