Demonic Tenshi 9- Crush (from the song of the same name by Jennifer Paige)
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I do, however own this AU and storyline.
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Glossary of Japanese Terms:
Baka- Idiot/stupid
Akuman- Demon/devil
Tenshi- Angel
Ototo-chan- Endearing term for younger brother
Nii-chan- Endearing term for older brother
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WARNING! One somewhat bad swear-word used by Malik at the end. In case anyone cares.
-------------------------------------------------------I would just like to apologise for the absurdly long wait- it was back to school last week, so I've been sorta slack... ; Forgive me?
I thinks I shall have to update once a week- every day will kill me... --; Also, I am going to be uploading a new story soon, called Nature's Law. It's a Darkshipping fic, so if you like that pairing, please go and read it!
Chapter is dedicated once again to Ebil Rubber Ducky (who my evil cliffhanger somewhat tortured...) and Ever Never Again (I hope you're back by now to read this!)
Smile!
Ireina
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Malik had a guarded expression on his face, stance wary as he turned to face the consequences of his 'foolish' (or so he thought) action.
"…get away… without me having my turn." she whispered, blushing softly.
His eyes widened. "So, no slap? No accusations of 'hentai!'?" he asked disbelievingly, his mind racing. 'Can she mean what I think she means?'
"Because I was actually expecting that. Not that I'd meant to kiss you in the first place, I mean…" he continued, becoming tongue-tied with surprise and social inexperience.
"Oh shut up." she said, this time closing the gap herself and kissing him. This was rather effective in shutting him up as he was slightly too busy to talk…
This time, Anzu was the one to break the kiss. "Though, if you really wanted a slap, I'm sure we could arrange something…" she said, stroking the leathery skin of his demonic wing.
'I should really tell her what that means- and what it does to me. But first things first…' Malik thought absently, staring at the unfortunate door with something akin to hate on his face.
"Ryou you bastard! Unlock this damn door! Yugi! I know you were in on it too, don't you dare think you'll get away with this!" he railed at the locked door, pulling away from Anzu.
Her eyes widened. "I'm locked in here? With you?"
Malik's eyes flicked towards her. "If you find the prospect so distasteful…" he said somewhat snarkily.
Anzu glared at him. This annoying habit he had of taking everything as a personal attack was really getting annoying. "Get over your inferiority complex, baka! I'm angry that they thought they had to lock me in here with you. And the fact that they were attempting to play matchmaker! Oooooh!" she screamed. "If this lock isn't open by the time I reach three, be you angel, demon or human, you will NOT escape my wrath once Malik breaks this damn door down!" she continued, roaring.
"I'm going to break the door?" he inquired, tantrum forgotten.
"ONE!" she yelled.
No sign whatsoever of the door opening.
"TWO!"
Nothing.
"TWO and a HALF!!!"
"They probably can't hear…" Malik started.
"TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!"
Not even a sound could be heard outside the door.
"THR…"
Just in time, the door burst open, two panting winged males behind it, one pale white with matching leathery wings and the other more outrageously coloured with pure white wings that were similar to the other boy's, save for the feathers that covered said wings.
"Took you long enough." she said calmly, sweeping out the door.
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Sharing a look, the angel and demon burst out laughing.
"And what may I ask is so damned amusing?"
"You… you have…" Ryou gasped out between bursts of laughter before Yugi firmly clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Nothing. Oh yeah, Nii-chan, Bakura and Seto wanted to see you." Yugi said smoothly.
Raising an eyebrow, Malik left.
"I thought I was the demon here, not you!" Ryou said, smirking. (Once Yugi had removed his hand.) "That was pure genius!"
Yugi merely returned his smirk.
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Two seraphim sat across from each other, a similar chessboard to the one that Yugi and Malik had used, one with absurdly spiky tricoloured hair, and the other with more conservative brown locks.
Bakura had apparently decided to amuse himself by sitting nearby, occasionally calling out some 'helpful' (read: annoying) comment as the game progressed.
They were well into the closing stages of the game by the time that the half-demon, half-angel strode into the room, eyes snapping, with his irritation fairly radiating off him. "What did you want to see me about?"
The brunette tenshi looked up. "Malik?" questioned Seto with a chuckle.
"Well, I can see why you'd be… displeased. If we'd wanted to see you. But you could've at least removed Anzu's lipstick. Or at least, I hope it's Anzu's lipstick. My dear, pink is definitely not your colour." Bakura sniggered.
Malik's lavender eyes widened in disbelief (to the increasing laughter of the ex-Archfiend) and dashed to the ornamental mirror hanging on the wall of the cosy library.
"YUGIIII!!!!" he roared, swinging around upon seeing his reflection. As Bakura had implicitly told him, he did indeed bear remnants of pink on and just beside his lips. Yugi had to have seen it- he'd have had to have been blind not to. And still the chibi tenshi had decided to trick Malik and send him to a faux meeting, so as to be caught in the act of kissing Anzu. 'Goddammit, I would've thought Bakura capable of something like this, but coming from that chibi tenshi!' he thought furiously.
Unable to stand up to the sudden increase in pitch and volume, the delicate mirror shattered, glass flying everywhere.
Luckily for them, the shards of glass managed to 'miraculously' miss them all;(Malik suspected Seto- barriers were an angel's area of expertise, and Yami was too damn busy laughing.)
"Yami, I am going to murder your brother if you don't get him to quit playing games with me and damn well behave!!!"
Suddenly recovering from his laughing fit, Yami raised an eyebrow. "Games such as…?"
"Locking me in the dojo with Anzu, though Ryou was in on it, then this! Bloody well tricking me into coming here by pretending you wanted to talk to me about something…" Malik growled indignantly. "I also suspect he took so long to get that stuff at your house on purpose too! No-one gets lost in their own home, no matter how damn big it is!"
"And I thought Ryou wasn't a manipulative schemer." Bakura wiped faux tears from his blood-red eyes, sniffing. "I'm so proud."
"I must admit, I'm surprised my Aibou was capable of gaming strategy on such a large scale… Maybe they should have elevated him to his Archon's sword early." Yami said, stunned.
"… You're PROUD of them?"
"What, you don't like her? What with the lipstick on your face, I guess we just assumed…" Seto said quietly, voiced clearly sardonic.
Malik flushed. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I'd say it actually has a great deal to do with it." Seto continued absently, outwardly absorbed in his next move. "Even a blind man could see that you've been in an abnormally good mood since the battle. Probably the best mood of your existence." he said dryly. "Except for earlier today, but I'd say that just stems from your guilt from not wanting to push her away, even though you, for some warped reason, think that you should."
Malik stared at the blue-silver winged seraphim. "Are you sure you don't have the power to read minds?" he asked grumpily.
The angel finally looked up. "Perhaps I do. You'll never know now, will you." he said, smiling a faint, secret smile.
"Don't pay attention to him, Malik; no-one in either of the immortal races has that power. Cousin is just screwing with you."
"That sounded so wrong, Yami." Seto said, oblivious to winces of disgust from the others. "Besides, how would you know if I read minds or not? It's possible to have future-tellers, even among the demons, so what's to say that mind-reading is impossible, hm?" replied the other tenshi.
Bakura clicked his fingers. "I get it now. Did you know that Ryou's not a Daemon, he's actually a Seer Daemon?" he said. At the angry/surprised looks on the other's faces he said (by way of explanation.) "It was safest that no-one knew of his true status, because he is so closely related to me. It gave us the advantage when I was in power. It's useful even though we're in exile too."
Seto was the only one who didn't look surprised or angry. "I thought it would be something like that." Seto nodded knowingly.
"Well, it does explain why Ryou got involved." Bakura said, staring at Yami.
"You don't think he Saw…?" Yami asked anxiously, forgetting the presence of the others.
"I hope he hasn't- if there's a prophecy, it throws this game onto a whole different level. We've avoided taking sides and showing our hands so far, but if he becomes involved, we may have to throw our hats in the ring." Bakura replied grimly.
"I will not allow our ward to be injured- I'll ask Yugi and Seto to work with me on a shield for him. And Anzu- if there's a prophecy, you can bet she'll have a part to play." Yami added as an afterthought.
"Ask Ryou to help- he has an odd affinity for shielding- says he makes them like a web- complete with a 'spider' for anyone who touches it and isn't keyed in as 'safe'. That's part of the reason why no-one has ever come here to challenge me for the title." Bakura said with an evilly vampiric smile. "Well, at least it's the reason they never lived to get close enough to challenge me…"
"An interesting thought… Come, cousin." Yami ordered imperiously, rising from his chair, all thoughts of chess forgotten.
"So do you surrender then, cousin? Seto asked sarcastically, rankled at Yami's tone.
"Hn? Oh, the game. To you, never. But there are more pressing matters than my beating you for the four million, five hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-ninth time.
Seto scowled. "Hmph."
The spiky haired angel swept from the room, followed closely by his cousin and Bakura.
Leaving one very confused and somewhat angry Malik behind them.
"What the fuck?!" he yelled.
Thank you for reading! I hope the evil cliffhanger of mine didn't kill you too badly- I meant to update the next day... I swear! (sweatdrops)
Please review!
Ireina