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Bishiehuggler: *points to the sky and fire burns in the background* one fan is like one hundred!
Malik: *sweatdrops* But its just one person.
Bishiehuggler: *ignores* Well, time for the disclaimer
I do not own Yugioh! There, I did it, happy?
Malik: You still didn't answer my question.
Bishiehuggler: *still ignoring* on with the fic!
Angel's Blood
by: Bishiehuggler
Ch.2 Gathering Wits
The disembodied, childlike voice echoed through the walls of his laberynth of a soul room. Yugioh looked up. Why a boy would want to have a one-sided conversation with someone who wasnearly dead was beyond him. But, it had certain perks. Any tidbit of information may help disguise him on Earth-where he was told he fell-so he hung on to every word his informant, Yuugi had to say. So far, though, most of his information was personal. Like him living with his grandfather, helping him out with the game shop he owned, etc. Which was quite useless, but he put it in the back of his head, just in case. His eyebrow rose, something was different this time.
It was very tedious to hear a child crying. He was terrible with children. To put the icing on the cake, every time the noise bounced around the walls, the volume increased a hundredfold. It took our King of Games just ten seconds to figure out what was wrong. Anzu, a friend who was the topic-of-choice for discussion, must have turned down Yuugi.
'Anzu this, Anzu that...What about the angel crippled on the bed, huh?' He decided it was time to wake up before he went deaf. His eyes were almost glued shut from sleep, but as his vision cleared, he almost fell of the bed. It was like looking into a mirror. Well, a wimpy mirror crying into a pillow, but still! How could someone look almost the same as him? Yugioh wrapped his arms around the small bundle and proceeded to rock him back and forth. Startled, Yuugi looked up, violet eyes meeting crimson in a quiet understanding.
* * *
It was a while before they broke apart. Yuugi had stopped crying long ago, but felt the need for comfort all the same. He sheepishly looked at the bed. "Ano~...Gomen nasai! I didn't mean to wake you."
"Nah, I owed you for finding me, I had to pay you back somehow. I just have to say that Anzu is very undeserving if she could let something as cute as you get away." Was it possible to have your jaw drop and blush to your ears at the same time? I guess so.
"You heard-"
"-everything."
"Oh."
Luckily, or maybe miraculously, Jounouchi ran in just then, breaking the silence before it became a little uncomfortable. "Yuugi! I heard that Anzu-" He stopped and gaped, wondering if he was seeing double.
"You're Katsuya Jounouchi-kun, ne?" Yugioh inquired. Then Honda walked in. He took one look in the room and rolled his eyes. It was gonna be a long day.
* * *
The King of Games snorted to himself. Everything had gone perfectly, so he wondered what Fate was playing at. No authorities questioned where he came from and if Yuugi-tachi did; he would just lie and say he had amnesia or something. Yuugi let him live with him, his jii-chan and his mother (his father was dead) on one condition. That he would let Yuugi nickname him Yami.
Japan was easy enough to get used to. Heaven and Earth resembled each other greatly. Well, except for the magic. They had guns for mindless killing instead. He smirked and shook his head. The last time he was on Earth was 5000 years ago, in Ancient Egypt. As Pharaoh, he led thousands into battle; it wouldn't be too hard to raise an army here.
Right now he had more important matters to attend to. Yami looked at his wing and grimaced. It looked like a broken up chicken wing that had been sitting on the barbeque too long. Add scars and charred feathers and you have a perfect dish that could gross anyone out. He looked at his other wing and almost burst out laughing, though nothing about it was funny. It had been a perfectly healthy white before. Now, it was ebony throughout, eating up the light from the room. Well, he was a Fallen Angel. It was obvious that this would happen. He dismissed it before he got emotional. Without thinking he took his damaged wing ad pulled hard outward, in hopes of rebreaking it to set it properly. Sickening wet cracks echoed through the halls.
Downstairs, Yuugi had just gotten back from bying groceries. He heard a scream and cracks coming from upstairs. 'Yami.' he thought to himself. He rushed upstairs and threw open the bedroom door, ready for anything. Well, almost anything. It was like floating in a dream state; yet, this was more of a nightmare. Black feathers as deep as shadows littered the floor. In the corner was the source. "Yami."
His wing had rebroken, all right. Too well. The pain was something unbearable. Burnt skin was even peeling off. "Yami." he heard. He turned to see Yuugi, tears running down his face. "Why did you not tell me?"
"Because you might think-" Yugioh was cut short by a finger pressed to his lips. Yuugi beckoned him to sit down as he gathered up some bandages.
"Iie." Yami said simply. "Just straighten the wing out, I want to show you something." Yuugi complied and Yami muttered a spell quickly, under his breath. White light spread from the base of his hands and radiated to his wings, which slowly began to heal. Two minutes later the wing resembled the other, healthy and strong with black feathers.
Yuugi sighed as if he let out a breath he had been holding for a long time. "You look beautiful..." He said dreamily, making Yami blush and sputter. Then he got tough. "Why the hell did you have that wound in the first place?!"
Yami wondered if he didn't notice that he was an angel. But instead he sighed and told Yuugi, "Get all your friends together, you deserve an explaination."
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Yami: In the next chapter.
Yuugi: _
Malik: Why are you still writing this? You only got 1 review.
Bishiehuggler: *points to the sky and fire burns in the background* one fan is like one hundred!
Malik: *sweatdrops* But its just one person.
Bishiehuggler: *ignores* Well, time for the disclaimer
I do not own Yugioh! There, I did it, happy?
Malik: You still didn't answer my question.
Bishiehuggler: *still ignoring* on with the fic!
Angel's Blood
by: Bishiehuggler
Ch.2 Gathering Wits
The disembodied, childlike voice echoed through the walls of his laberynth of a soul room. Yugioh looked up. Why a boy would want to have a one-sided conversation with someone who wasnearly dead was beyond him. But, it had certain perks. Any tidbit of information may help disguise him on Earth-where he was told he fell-so he hung on to every word his informant, Yuugi had to say. So far, though, most of his information was personal. Like him living with his grandfather, helping him out with the game shop he owned, etc. Which was quite useless, but he put it in the back of his head, just in case. His eyebrow rose, something was different this time.
It was very tedious to hear a child crying. He was terrible with children. To put the icing on the cake, every time the noise bounced around the walls, the volume increased a hundredfold. It took our King of Games just ten seconds to figure out what was wrong. Anzu, a friend who was the topic-of-choice for discussion, must have turned down Yuugi.
'Anzu this, Anzu that...What about the angel crippled on the bed, huh?' He decided it was time to wake up before he went deaf. His eyes were almost glued shut from sleep, but as his vision cleared, he almost fell of the bed. It was like looking into a mirror. Well, a wimpy mirror crying into a pillow, but still! How could someone look almost the same as him? Yugioh wrapped his arms around the small bundle and proceeded to rock him back and forth. Startled, Yuugi looked up, violet eyes meeting crimson in a quiet understanding.
* * *
It was a while before they broke apart. Yuugi had stopped crying long ago, but felt the need for comfort all the same. He sheepishly looked at the bed. "Ano~...Gomen nasai! I didn't mean to wake you."
"Nah, I owed you for finding me, I had to pay you back somehow. I just have to say that Anzu is very undeserving if she could let something as cute as you get away." Was it possible to have your jaw drop and blush to your ears at the same time? I guess so.
"You heard-"
"-everything."
"Oh."
Luckily, or maybe miraculously, Jounouchi ran in just then, breaking the silence before it became a little uncomfortable. "Yuugi! I heard that Anzu-" He stopped and gaped, wondering if he was seeing double.
"You're Katsuya Jounouchi-kun, ne?" Yugioh inquired. Then Honda walked in. He took one look in the room and rolled his eyes. It was gonna be a long day.
* * *
The King of Games snorted to himself. Everything had gone perfectly, so he wondered what Fate was playing at. No authorities questioned where he came from and if Yuugi-tachi did; he would just lie and say he had amnesia or something. Yuugi let him live with him, his jii-chan and his mother (his father was dead) on one condition. That he would let Yuugi nickname him Yami.
Japan was easy enough to get used to. Heaven and Earth resembled each other greatly. Well, except for the magic. They had guns for mindless killing instead. He smirked and shook his head. The last time he was on Earth was 5000 years ago, in Ancient Egypt. As Pharaoh, he led thousands into battle; it wouldn't be too hard to raise an army here.
Right now he had more important matters to attend to. Yami looked at his wing and grimaced. It looked like a broken up chicken wing that had been sitting on the barbeque too long. Add scars and charred feathers and you have a perfect dish that could gross anyone out. He looked at his other wing and almost burst out laughing, though nothing about it was funny. It had been a perfectly healthy white before. Now, it was ebony throughout, eating up the light from the room. Well, he was a Fallen Angel. It was obvious that this would happen. He dismissed it before he got emotional. Without thinking he took his damaged wing ad pulled hard outward, in hopes of rebreaking it to set it properly. Sickening wet cracks echoed through the halls.
Downstairs, Yuugi had just gotten back from bying groceries. He heard a scream and cracks coming from upstairs. 'Yami.' he thought to himself. He rushed upstairs and threw open the bedroom door, ready for anything. Well, almost anything. It was like floating in a dream state; yet, this was more of a nightmare. Black feathers as deep as shadows littered the floor. In the corner was the source. "Yami."
His wing had rebroken, all right. Too well. The pain was something unbearable. Burnt skin was even peeling off. "Yami." he heard. He turned to see Yuugi, tears running down his face. "Why did you not tell me?"
"Because you might think-" Yugioh was cut short by a finger pressed to his lips. Yuugi beckoned him to sit down as he gathered up some bandages.
"Iie." Yami said simply. "Just straighten the wing out, I want to show you something." Yuugi complied and Yami muttered a spell quickly, under his breath. White light spread from the base of his hands and radiated to his wings, which slowly began to heal. Two minutes later the wing resembled the other, healthy and strong with black feathers.
Yuugi sighed as if he let out a breath he had been holding for a long time. "You look beautiful..." He said dreamily, making Yami blush and sputter. Then he got tough. "Why the hell did you have that wound in the first place?!"
Yami wondered if he didn't notice that he was an angel. But instead he sighed and told Yuugi, "Get all your friends together, you deserve an explaination."
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Yami: In the next chapter.
Yuugi: _